Yes, we'll be living it up down there, and our richeous, predjudiced, godly, arrogant friend here will be twidling his thumbs.
No, he has to stand by the throne of god, and sing the praises of that puerile ego-maniac for eternity.
yes, and polish his sandals, and comb his beard, and shine his behind untill he can see his face in it.
post mortem messages, the ultimate PMs..
Each tombstone should have one.
