I'll See Them On The Other Side

September 14th, 1836

Aaron Burr died in Staten Island.

A little while later, he arrived in the afterlife.
Everybody's laughing and singing and playing and enjoying themselves.
Burr introduced himself with a smile:

"Hi y'all! A. Burr's in the house!"

Suddenly everybody stopped what they're doing. They looked at him, and with a disgusted expression in their faces, they all turn their back at Burr and stand in silence.

Burr couldn't understand what happened. He stammered:

"What'd I do? What'd I do?"

From the middle of the crowd, came a smile, as large as life itself.
It was Alexander Hamilton, who just had 32 years to tell his own story. Hamilton was as energetic as when Burr saw him in Yorktown. He wore his signature green suit, along with matching trousers. A quill in his hand and a sparkle in his eyes, he said:

"Well, if it isn't Aaron Burr, Sir?

"Alexander, I..."

Burr took a step back, remembering that he shot Hamilton thirty-two years ago.

"Alexander, I'm sorry for what I did. I was too young and blind to see that the world was wide enough for you and me."

"You know what, Burr? We're on the other side. And I threw away my shot, so come on. You finally took a stand for yourself - even though you kind of blew it... Anyways, let's put all that behind us, shall we, sir?"

Burr was speechless as he stood in the middle of the crowd.

"Thanks Alexander."

Hamilton winked at him, and suddenly Burr remembered all the memories that he shared with him before they reached their duel.

"Haha! We're reliable with the LADIES!"

"My dearest Theodosia, you knock me out - I fall apart"

"Why do you write like you're running out of time?"

"Burr? Hey are you listening?" A voice said to him.

Burr snapped out of his flashback, startled. He looked around, and beside him were all of his friends that fought with him during the revolution. Lafayette, Laurens, and Mulligan were all there. The big guy gave him a slap on the back, almost knocking the wind out of him.

"Hey Burr - spit a verse!" Mulligan joked.

"Well, if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton College!" shouted Laurens.

"You are the worst...Burr." murmured Lafayette.

The three revolutionaries were all dressed in their war outfits: blue coats and white collars adorned with gold buttons. Each of them had their own achievements. Laurens was leading a soldier's chorus of black and white men, Lafayette had his own arsenal of guns and ships, and Mulligan's pants were still tailored to perfection.

All four of them laughed, and Burr finally felt like he was whole again. He was back to the good ol' days, in the comfort of his friends. However, there was only one more person Burr wanted to see. The pride of Mount Vernon, George Washington. He asked Hamilton, who had already gotten himself a drink and had started writing something again.

"Hey Alex, you know where Washington is? I, uh, want to say hi." Burr asked meekly.

"Yeah, no problem, let's head over together - like we always did." Replied Hamilton.

The afterlife wasn't so different from the Founding Father's previous lives. They were still in New York, except there was no war; no duels. Only peace and quiet, happiness and joy.