Ghengis and Sylvia Kahn , never fell in love.
they had no chidren, and they spent theyre entire lives sleeping in separate beds, in separate rooms, and sometimes in the kitchen , in the evenings... they would brush past eachother , just close enough to be uncomfortable.....but they would never ever touch intentionally.
One day, Ghengis was on a ladder fixing the guttering, when the ladders 3rd leg , inexplicably gave way.  he kilted over sideways.... and superman dropped exactly ontop of Sylvia.
They were both in great pain. and feared they may not be able to get up again, to get help.
   They lay there like this for hours... and hours.....face to face....belly to belly... occasionally making small groaning sounds....and committing tiny unintentional farts.
... Why they had ever married, was uncertain, even to both of them....and it was so long ago,... they had almost forgotten , there was ever anything romantic, or intimate between them..
By around sunset.....Ghengis had fallen asleep.
Sylvia, was too squashed to sleep without fear of her chest collapsing....so she lay there listening to Ghengis's broken snoring, and the occasional tiny unintentional farts.
Ghengis woke, sometime later, in a state of suprise.
He was suprised for two reasons. One was that Sylvia was completely asleep........which was odd considering her discomfort., and the second reason , was that he had an humongous erection..
It was the first time they had been this close, since their disasterous wedding night.
and in an instant.....he began to remember the fresh faced darling, he had fallen for , all those years ago.
   Being so close,... he could smell her skin... and the scent of her fine red hair. Her soft breats, pillowed him, and her arms were wrapped around his back.
His arousal gradually turned to an awakening lust....and dispite his pain....he began shifting his hips ever so slightly., and his lips, quivered with the anticipation of kissing her luscious mouth.
It was only now, he began to realise, that Sylvia, was not breathing.
He looked into her face, at an inches range.....and tears began to well up inside him..
All the nights they had spent together , but apart
came flooding in like an avalanche of regret..
and he wept , like a school boy.
He just lay there holding her... and crying.
     He knew , he wouldnt ever be able to get up again, so he just hugged her.... and sobbed , untill after the longest time... he fell into a deep and painless sleep......

the afterlife, is a wonderous place. .....
nothing makes any sense in particular, because everything is in a permanent state of unequalled and boundless individuality.... So, for  some... its a comfortable fluffy-chair, with the best book you ever read., and very nice subdued lighting....., while for others, its a wiggly feeling in one of your fingers, that produces an enourmous sense of contentment and wellbeing., and theres absolutely no need to explain , your bliss.... or to ever have it come to an end.
For Ghengis, and Sylvia.....it was a wild joyride, screaming across space and time, in a wierd jaloppy, designed for maximum speed, and impressive looks.       ...... SO... if youre ever looking into the night sky.....and you see a shooting star, that trails across from  there.....aaaall the way over to there..... Its very likely, its just Ghengis, and Sylvia Kahn....living out their bliss, in a never ending search for nothing  whatsoever.

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