A Little Bit of Heaven Page #3

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It's, uh, more procedural.

Good, well, procedure away,

my friend.

This is gonna be fun.

Would you mind rolling

onto your left side, please.

Thanks.

Wait a minute.

Before we go to whatever base

this is we're going to, um,

shouldn't I know your first name?

Julian.

Julian.

Julian Goldstein.

My hero.

Where the hell am I?

- Hello, Marley.

- Oh, my God.

Wait a minute. Oh, my God.

I mean...

- Are you God?

- Not really.

This is just the way

you wanted to see me.

Well, I love Whoopi,

so that's probably why.

Yeah, me too.

Oh, have a seat.

Wow!

- I can't believe this.

- Guess what?

- You're dying.

- I am not dying.

I'm just a little stressed,

that's all.

Marley?

You're dying,

but I'm gonna give you three wishes.

Then I want to

- fly.

- Okay. Done.

Wait a minute.

This is for real?

- I want a million bucks.

- Alright, but I just have to warn you

that that is only gonna be

500,000 after taxes.

- Just 'cause I didn't say 'tax free'?

- Even I don't mess with the IRS.

That sucks.

Third wish?

Okay. Let me think.

- Tic-toc, baby.

- Don't rush me. Jesus.

- Hey, hey.

- Oh.

- Wow.

- I'm sorry.

- You said it, didn't you?

- Yeah, I did.

Wow.

I don't know.

I don't know what I want.

You know.

You just don't want to admit it.

But I'm pretty sure

that if you give it some thought,

you'll figure it out.

Marley.

Marley.

Marley, wake up.

It's over.

What's over?

Where am I?

Where's Whoopi?

The procedure went fine.

We're going to move you

to the recovery room now.

I took some biopsies.

We should get results in a few days.

- It's delicious.

- I agree.

It's crunchy and chewy. Peter,

I'd like to share mine with you.

Here, Pop. I'll go.

Hey, behave.

Geez, what the hell?

Okay. Alright, alright. I forgot

to cook the noodles first.

- Ohhh.

- There's noodles in this?

Do not feed this to Stanley.

Take it.

No.

I got all this on my plate.

I have cancer.

I went to the doctor last week.

Remember?

I said I was fine

and that I was just stressed, but

- I'm not.

- What are you talking about?

I have, um,

colon cancer.

How does one get that, you might ask.

Because I did.

And, um,

- he said...

- We don't know.

Of course you don't.

Everyone is dying of cancer

these days.

Why would you try to figure it out

and put yourself out of a job?

I know this is rough, but we need

to talk about what to do next.

I'm going to consult with the head

of the oncology department, Dr Sanders.

Can, can, can you just take it out,

so I can go on with my life?

No, unfortunately we can't.

It's already spread

throughout the entire colon,

making surgery impossible

at this point.

And this other guy

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