In Memory of Martin Mull

It was a larger welcome than expected. "This is a lot," the soul said. "Do you have the right guy?" Peter laughed. "We do have the right guy, and the hoopla is appropriate. Everyone is the star of their own show - the headliner of their main stage act. You did well." "Comedians play a lot of dives; what's the metaphor for that?" the soul asked, smiling. "Biggest name in places large enough that no one will throw beer," came the answer. "Nice," the soul replied, nodding. "And dogs really like you," Peter continued. "Is it true that all dogs go to heaven?" the soul asked, starting to relax. "How could it be heaven if it wasn't true?" Peter whispered, and the gates began to open slowly.