A Tribute Of Honor To Don
After living what I felt was a 'decent' life, time on earth came to an end.
The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I thought to be a Court of Judgment.
The doors opened and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table.
As I looked around I saw the 'prosecutor.'
Though of marvelous stature and eloquent clothed he was a villainous looking gent who snarled as he stared at me. He definitely was the most evil figure I have ever seen.


