Heaven. There’s no way to describe it: no way to convey the sense of perfect bliss. But I’ll try.

There are no misunderstandings; there are no fights. Everything is understood, everything forgiven.

It’s perfectly free, and perfectly secure; perfectly relaxing, and perfectly energizing; perfectly beautiful, and perfectly nice.

And this sort of perfect peace is impossible to describe without being perfectly boring. Not an ideal topic for a comic strip.

Mom Victoria: Uh-oh…honey?

Cartoonists — and, for that matter, epic poets — take note: Only visit Heaven when something’s wrong.