To steal (for a good cause) from Tony Kushner:
Jerry: What's it like? After?
Jerry: This misery ends?
Belize:...everyone in Balenciaga gowns with red corsages, and big dance palaces full of music and lights and racial impurity and gender confusion. And all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers. Race, taste and history finally overcome. And you ain't there.
Jerry: And Heaven?
Belize: That was Heaven, Jerry.