Last night while putting my boy to bed: 

He said, 'So Grandpa is here'. I said, 'Huh?' (Grandpa passed away earlier this year)

He said, 'yes, he’s watching me all the time from the magical land'. I see him everywhere.
'He told me not to tell anyone but I’m telling you'.   

So I asked, 'How do you get there?' 
He said, 'well it depends... sometimes a magical pathway. Sometimes a magical plane or magical taxi. And, sometimes there is a pathway. Everything you need is there.... food, clothes... I asked what’s it like. He said it’s beautiful. Pretty beaches and lots of tropical fruit you’ve never seen before. He said my yes Grandpa is 24.

I asked, 'have you been there before?'

'Yes I have'.
I asked how big the magical land is.

He said it’s big. Bigger than any city around. He said they can see us in our cities from the magical land. He named many topical fruits found on this magical land and said its lots of fun there. And claimed everyone ends up there sometimes people take longer to get to this magical land. 

He confirmed he has been there many times.
 
I asked if I will go to this magical land and he said, yes you will. He confirmed me he would see me in the magical land when he gets there too.

Unlike a young child making up stories on the fly, he explained this magical land with a knowingness.

It was real.

-A story per verbatim from a good customer... on afterlife.