I guess the vanishingly small probability that you delay your entry into heaven for a few hundred to billion years while you remain frozen,
If we stay here ten billion years, In the embers of the last shining sun, We’ll have no less days to sing God’s praise, Than if we cark it when it’s barely begun.
If we stay here ten billion years,
In the embers of the last shining sun,
We’ll have no less days to sing God’s praise,
Than if we cark it when it’s barely begun.
That regrettably fails to fit the usual tune.