root-book

I died. No big deal, everybody bites the dust eventually. But, as a God-fearin’ southerner, I expected to be greeted by St. Paul and the pearly gates. Turns out, all the other gods get a say in my afterlife, and they ain''''t too happy about my not worshipin'''' them. Or worshipin'''' another God. It''''s a big Ol'''' catch 22. So, turns out everybody goes to hell.