An angel a devil a monk and a weavil

So there I was, sitting on the plane, and all around me are old ladies talking about God and Jesus and Genesis and all kinds of crazy things when it hits me: I'm dead and this plane is dropping me by hell on its way to heaven!

Then we hit some turbulence and I realize there is no turbulence in heaven--and I also hear about how these graybacks just got back from some religious conference!

What better plane ride to be on that one full of devout Xtians? God would never crash that plane.

Then the headline strikes me: Plane full of religious devout crashes into mountain.

Oh, the fucking irony. That must surely be my fate.

Happily the laws of science dictate that planes don't generally crash. Even when they should.