Road to Hell

“I meant to donate to Save the Goblins. I got busy and it slipped my mind,” said Frank P. Rind, the newest resident of Hell.

Frank had been a loyal employee, husband, and father. Ask anyone, and they will tell you Frank was a great guy.

“I was planning on telling Alice about my drinking, but I had it under control,” said Frank.

Frank volunteered as the coach of the local children’s baseball team. However, he was always tied up in meetings at work. As a result, the team never played a game.

“When Tom asked for help fixing his roof, I said yes. What else could I do? He was my boss. I didn’t know the Dodgers would move their game to Saturday,” remarked Frank.

All his life, Frank meant to help out, be the one people could count on. It’s too bad that life got in the way.

“As designated driver, I didn’t want a drink. But Barry offered me the whiskey, and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings,” said Frank.

At the funeral, everyone said nice things about Frank, but not one believed what they were saying.

Frank P. Rind intended to accomplish many things. He forgot that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

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