What is God going to do after I die?

Unless I get shot by some local lunatic, I'm not quite ready to buy the farm just yet.

But death is inevitable.

It will be very inconvenient if all my socks don't have holes in them yet.

Or, if there's a full tank of gas in my car and there are several cans of sardines in the cupboard.

And more characters to meet.

So, don't take me yet, God.

You have two options for me - Purgatory or Hell.

Either way, I'm screwed.

And there are so many charlatans out there, quite a few ordained ones who claim that Trump was anointed by God to be president.

Let me be perfectly honest.

God was as surprised that...