This is what we expect heaven to look like when we die. We woke up to crystal clear blue as far as the eye could see. We skied some of the most beautiful, deep, fluffy powder for hours. Then when it was time for the ceremony (which Lizz didn't know when it was going to happen), the helicopter flew us back to the lodge and picked up the marriage commissioner. After signing the on line #651 in the big book of official marriages, it was time to be flown high into the sky.