I pass away every single night. May God(s) have mercy on my
soul. He/She (They) must because I get my life back every single morning. And
well-rested. With this, I implore you to buy the same (death)bed I own:
It’s the Heavenly Bed from Westin Hotels.
What a twisted
name! Isn’t there only one way to heaven? Go straight to death, do not pass go?
Oh, Heavenly is a metaphor or whatchamacallit. Even better. Well,
it certainly lives up to its name. I’ve owned for 2 months now. It’s blissfully
blissful. I haven’t slept this well since I stayed in a Westin for 10 days five
years ago.
Shopping for beds is tiresome. You can’t do
comparisons because no two places sell exactly the same beds. They always
change the quilting or thickness of the foam or the number of springs. The best
part about buying a Heavenly bed is that A) you can try it out by staying a
night at a Westin and B) if you do actually die in one, you know you died in
supreme comfort.
[$895 and up, Westin's Heavenly Bed]
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