Hell: God’s Greatest Dilemma

It must be so bloody annoying.

Universe created, evolution ticking along nicely, more or less the way it should — apart from these wretched humans who think they know better, building their stinking cities everywhere and going around slaughtering one another as if there’s no tomorrow.

I mean, what’s a God supposed to do? Wind ’em up and let ’em go, I guess: live now, pay later or something, just give ’em hell.

Neat. All the evil sods who thought they’d got things their own way and spent their lives ruining other people’s all lined up for a bonfire party that’s gonna make a star going nova look like a kid’s firecracker; and they’re gonna be in it, not toasting their bagels on it.

Then what happens?

Some bastard carpenter comes along and blows the door off. Bloody menace: now what are you gonna do with ’em?

Go figure.

(Thanks to my friend @bourach for inspiring me to write this. Bourach, sweetie, you’re not going to hell: the Bastard Carpenter wins over the Angry Deity every time.)