And most of those are dead. (My great-aunt, in her late 90s, is one of the ones destined for heaven.) One of the saddest stories my mother tells is growing up knowing that there was a heaven, and that while a lot of the congregation would be going there as a part of the 144,000, it was full when she was born so she never would. Imagine burdening a little child with that belief. “Mommy and daddy are going to heaven some day, but you won’t.”