I know it's hopeless when you're my answer to every question.

Heaven was having Ducky in his arms.

Heaven was being in Ducky's arms.

Heaven was kissing him.

Heaven was being kissed by him.

Heaven was holding him.

Heaven was being held by him.

Heaven was caressing him.

Heaven was being caressed by him.

Heaven was stroking him.

Heaven was being stroked by him.

Heaven was touching him.

Heaven was being touched by him.

Heaven was making love to and with him.

Heaven was being made love by and with him.

Heaven was looking at him.

Heaven was being looked at by him.

Heaven was listening to him.

Heaven was being smiled at by him.

Heaven was being with him.

Heaven was . . .

Heaven was Ducky.

Hell was failed marriages.

Hell was disastrous affairs.

Hell was the arguments, the bitterness, the revenge.

Hell was the look on Ducky's face, in his eyes, when again he cheated on him.

Hell was hearing Ducky say 'I understand, Jethro'.

Hell was every moment spent away from Ducky.

It was time he put hell behind him and made his life in heaven.

Pausing only long enough to grab the small box he'd had for months, he got into his car and headed for Ducky's Reston home.