- Type: Heaven
- Origin: eponymous song from the Dead Milkmen’s album Bucky Fellini
- Admission: Jellyfish, and some humans (but not intoxicated Inuit or Mormons)
Jellyfish Heaven, at least for non-Scyphozoaphiles, has little to recommend it. It is too hot to ski and too cold to surf, and to top it off, strongly resembles Los Angeles. On the other tentacle, it does not allow entry to the Church of Latter Day Saints, which is a relief for non-Mormon citizens of Utah.
On the other, other tentacle, it’s also full of dead jellyfish, so presumably it’s kind of quiet.