One should not work on the seventh day. Whether that seventh day is Saturday or Sunday, one day of a long week should be carefree of everything, including people, who annoy us. People we're rooting to go to the devil and never to be seen again. Scorpios, the best of the zodiac, don't really hate but we never forget either and can kill a force with enough sober thought like no other.
I believe I like Easter somewhat better than Christmas. There seems to be less fuss about Easter. Nobody cares if they get a gift or not. Nobody cares or not if you send them a card, a call or useless text. The outcome of dying from what I've been taught to believe is Heaven after the resurrection/judgement (or hell for non-believers and the unsaved) and, in the case of birth, a newborn inherits Earth and a whole lot of headaches (and happy days, too) from the ways of men once he grows up...I'd say Heaven is definitely more hunky dory over Earth. Ah-ah-ah-men.
Charles Pearson "CHURCHES"