Huh

There are plenty of the dead I would like to see, but I don't know how many of them made it to heaven. Maybe I'd talk to Ghandi- If Ghandi cares if I'm a girl, the first thing I'd say would be something to change his mind.

I'd try to find the 13 year old girl I use to perform with, go to camp with, and give her a huge hug. But the Catholics say she won't make it to heaven, cause she killed herself.

Maybe I'd find Darwin, give him a piece of my mind. But they'd probably kick me out after that. I'd find Jesus- was it really you that I saw in my dreams? Are you really my brother? What do you think about how we reacted to your sacrifice? What do you think about your Church? I'd find the White Mouse, and RBG, and thank them for teaching me, for letting me adopt a bit of their soul into my own. I'd nag George Washington, until he looked me in the eye and answered my questions about the founding of America, about what it became. About how he thought. I'd find Harriet Tubman, and even Martin Luther, Hear their words for myself.

But I don't really care- I'll first probably just speak to the first child I see, ask if they could show me around. I don't count on knowing too many in heaven anyway.