HALLO PEEPZ. So, I've been thinking about this story for a while, and decided it was finally time to get started on it. And I'm sorry if it isn't as funny as my other stories, since it's not really meant to be humorous.

Again, like my other stories, want a cameo? Have any ideas for the story? Just throw 'em to me.

Prologue

The last thing I remembered was being dragged into a van, and everything went black.

No, not a van. An ambulance to be exact.

Yes, I remember correctly now. It was near midnight when I was walking home from dinner with Yoko, about to enter the Dakota, when I had been shot five times in the back.

I was obviously in shock. Yoko took cover while I staggered into the building. The last thing I had said was, "I'm shot."

Now here I was, not anymore in the ambulance, but on some kind of white floor. I stood up and looked around. I was in some sort of waiting room. All the pain was gone, and I was no longer bleeding or coughing up blood. I was still wearing the clothes I wore when it happened.

"Hello, you must be new here, "I heard someone say behind me.

I turned around to find a man who looked like any other man I've seen. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for the fact he was in all white.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Call me the Gatekeeper," he said.

"Where am I?"

He simply laughed. "I thought you would have guessed by now."

I had already guessed, but I already dreaded the thought. "I'm dead, aren't I?"

The Gatekeeper smiled sadly. "Yes, you are. But there's nothing to worry about. You were a good man John Lennon. It's true you have not always been the good guy, but you reflected on yourself and made ends meet."

I sat down and held my head. "It's just that, I had a family to take care of. I wanted to see Sean come of age. Make more records, and now I feel guilty about not having a reunion with the other lads. You know who I'm talking about, right?" I looked at him.

"Of course I do. Here, look at the bright side. In your life you lost many you loved. Now, you can see them again, up here. They're all waiting for you right outside that door."

My eyes widened in realization. I stood back up and faced the door. I felt a feeling I had always felt when I was young. Excitement. I could feel my hair move by itself on top of my head and my face slightly change.

I was slightly surprised. "What's happening to me?"

"You're doing a face change! It's one of the many things spirits can do. Here, take a look in the mirror," He handed me one.

"No bloody way!" I said, laughing. I wasn't myself. I mean, I was myself, but I looked like how I was during 1964. My moptop was back and my face was slightly chubbier.

"There's a lot more to find out than just that, John."

"Can . . . can I, err, enter the afterlife now?"

"Are you ready?"

"Never more than before."

I wasn't sure if that last thing I said was true for me, though. I had just freaking died a few minutes ago. As the Gatekeeper opened the door to heaven, I had anxiety in my stomach and realized I was finally seeing Mum, Stu, Eppy, and all the others.

Nope, I wasn't ready. I wouldn't fly free as a bird just yet. I took a deep breath as the door was flung wide open revealing everyone's faces from behind.