Laughing in the Afterlife: A Comedic Soul's Journey

When I die, where should my soul embark,
To heaven’s gates, or a cosmic lark?
I think I'll skip the pearly way,
And find a place where laughter stays.

I'll start my quest in Candyland,
With sugar hills and beaches of sand,
Where gummy bears and lollipops,
Are found in trees and soda pops.

Perhaps I’ll float to the Moon's own bar,
Where Martians serve drinks from a star,
We’ll toast with giggles, not with tears,
To all the fun throughout the years.

Next, a stop at Jupiter's big red spot,
A whirlpool dance that’s piping hot,
With cosmic clowns on bright trapeze,
Swinging through the stellar breeze.

Or maybe I'll haunt a comedy club,
In ghostly form, I'll join the hubbub,
With jokes so good, they’ll raise the dead,
And leave the afterlife in stitches instead.

I might even dive to the ocean floor,
Where mermaids laugh and sea cows snore,
We’ll tickle sharks and ride the waves,
In underwater, fun-filled caves.

But if there's one place I must go,
It's to the land where dad jokes flow,
Where puns are gold, and wit’s the key,
A paradise of repartee.

So when I kick the bucket, say goodbye,
Don't let the tears well in your eye,
Just know my soul's in joyful play,
In a realm where laughter leads the way.