The "here-after" was not qite what Reese thought it would be. It was not very similar to the Land of Dairy Queen except with more Barry Manelowe music like he had assumed. It was indeed a place of wonder.

Suddenly, Reese woke up in the back of an ambulance. The paramedics had successfully revived him from what was later revealed to be an afternoon nap. That taught Reese and his friends not to trust the medical expertise of a cow named Charles.

Reese got his big break later that day! He was cast in a hot new NBC™ sitcom called "Reesefeld"! It was about Reese's wacky adventures as a stand-up comic in New York. He had a zany neighbour, a neurotic friend and a cynical ex! It was h-a-john-larious! The pilot episode was then scrapped. It had turned out that this idea somehow infringed on a previous sitcom. The one with the jive-talking robot trying to make it big in Queens.

It was then that Reese decided to throw his fortune to the breeze! He spent the last sitcom-money he had on a plane ticket to the Himilayain Mountains™. He climbed those mountains for months before finally stumbling on his utlimate goal! The Tabetan Ski Lodge N' Resort™. Then he got drunk and had wings! Reese proceeded to break both legs on the Bunny Hill while attending a beginners' ski lesson. (Actually a tots' ski lesson. (Well, ok, more like he fell off the lift! (Ok ok truth is, he slipped in the bathroom at the lodge! Happy now?!))) When Reese recovered from his injury a scant two years later he decided to join the Marines.

One day Reese met someone who changed the very fabric of his life. A person whose strength of character and endurance in the face unimaginable odds taught Reese to never give up no matter what the cost! He guided young Reese to a new level of thinking and acting that were vastly different from anything he had done before! And that man's name.... was Pablo Picasso. And now you know, the rest of the story.

Reese traveled to Reno, Nevada in the summer of 1992 to spend some time in the desert, personal reasons. He and his dog, Spike, slept outside on catcus plants in the open night air. One night, Reese and his loyal beagle were awoken by strange lights in the sky. They compelled young Reese in a way that made it impossible for him not to walk towards them. The lights grew bigger and brighter as Reese drew closer, unawares at what dire fate awaited him in the desert night. He felt an eerie calmness come over him as he continued to walk across the desert sand. As he drew nearer he began to hear a strange wailing sound. The sound became clearer and more frightening but Reese could do nothing but walk on. His feet seemed to proceed without his consent. As he moved across the desert in his zombie-like trance, Reese was unaware that what lies ahead would change his life forever. Suddenly, Reese realized what the wail was! He had hoped he was wrong but he was too late! He now knew that the strange wailing noise was not noise at all -- it was, in fact, the singing sensation of Cathy Lee Gifford!!

The lights he had seen that drew him so close were actually coming from Fat Jimmy's Casino and Sizzler, a fine Reno establishment. Reese was relieved to suck down a couple of steaks, enjoy the magic and wonder that is Sigfreid n' Roy and be on his merry way. But, the fates were against him that day, my friends; for on his way out, a shiny slot-machine had caught his eye. "One game," he thought, "What could be the harm?" Reese put a quarter in the one-armed bandit: liberty bell....... liberty bell...... lemon! Blast!!

"Okay, you blasted device," thought he, "Now it's personal!" Reese put another quarter in: liberty bell............. liberty bell......... LIBERTY BELL!! Reese had won!! He really had won!! Quaters began shooting out of the slot machine like a river in Egypt! Reese was rich!!! He bought a local adult magazine and began a campaign for freedom across the globe! He challenged the constitution on a daily basis (but never accomplished anything, he's Canadian, you know).Then he lost it all at the Black-Jack tables.