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Al saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. An indistinct figure was moving into his field of vision. As the figure drew nearer, Al made out a robe, with a cowl drawn close around the head. Al could only cringe mentally, as a putrid smell penetrated his nostrils. The figure leaned over him and asked, "are you Al Windsor?" To his surprise, Al was able to answer in the affirmative. The figure nodded and told Al to follow him.

Again, Al was surprised to be able to comply with the cowled figure's wishes. He followed the figure into the hallway, then asked, "who the hell are you, anyway?" The figure kept walking, but answered, "haven't you figured it out for yourself yet?" "I have been called many names over the years, Mr. Windsor, but probably the most descriptive one is 'Grim Reaper'. It seems that you died tonight, Mr. Windsor, and I am here to conduct you to your final resting place." Al had begun to suspect something of the sort by now, so the answer didn't shake him as much as he would have thought that it would. "Where are you taking me then?" he asked. "Am I going before God for judgement?"

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Windsor. Your fate is sealed." "What do you mean, 'already sealed'? I thought that every Christian would be judged by his works and deeds." "I'm afraid that's not the way it works, Mr. Windsor. Are you a member of the Third Reformed Church of the Later Day Christian Revivalists?" "I've never even heard of such a church. What is this, anyway?" "Oh, I'm sure you've heard of the TRCLDCR. Everyone has. That is the church with that famous TV evangelist, Jimmy Strutter. Now, you can't say you haven't heard of him, can you?" "Sure, I've heard of Jimmy Strutter. What's that got to do with it?" "Well, Mr. Windsor, the TRCLDCR is the only church recognized by God, so anyone who isn't a member is automatically doomed to hell. Does that answer your question?" "Hey, that isn't fair," Al screamed. "What about all of those people who died before Jimmy Strutter started to preach? What about all of us who have lived a good Christian life, and who have attended other churches regularly? What about Mother Theresa?" "I guess it's just their tough luck, Mr. Windsor. The Reverend Strutter told everyone his was the one true church. You should have listened to him. Now shut up and follow me."

The End

Al Windsor awoke with a start. He was cold. In all of his life he had never experienced a cold that was quite so deep. He tried to snuggle deeper into the covers, and found he couldn't move a muscle. At first he thought that he was just tangled in the covers, so he tried to pull in a deep breath, so he could ask his wife for help. He couldn't breathe. Now, he was really starting to panic. He realized that he hadn't been breathing since he woke.

Al saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. An indistinct figure was moving into his field of vision. As the figure drew nearer, Al made out a robe, with a cowl drawn close around the head. Al could only cringe mentally, as a putrid smell penetrated his nostrils. The figure leaned over him and asked, "are you Al Windsor?" To his surprise, Al was able to answer in the affirmative. The figure nodded and told Al to follow him.

Again, Al was surprised to be able to comply with the cowled figure's wishes. He followed the figure into the hallway, then asked, "who the hell are you, anyway?" The figure kept walking, but answered, "haven't you figured it out for yourself yet?" "I have been called many names over the years, Mr. Windsor, but probably the most descriptive one is 'Grim Reaper'. It seems that you died tonight, Mr. Windsor, and I am here to conduct you to your final resting place." Al had begun to suspect something of the sort by now, so the answer didn't shake him as much as he would have thought that it would. "Where are you taking me then?" he asked. "Am I going before God for judgement?"

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Windsor. Your fate is sealed." "What do you mean, 'already sealed'? I thought that every Christian would be judged by his works and deeds." "I'm afraid that's not the way it works, Mr. Windsor. Are you a member of the Third Reformed Church of the Later Day Christian Revivalists?" "I've never even heard of such a church. What is this, anyway?" "Oh, I'm sure you've heard of the TRCLDCR. Everyone has. That is the church with that famous TV evangelist, Jimmy Strutter. Now, you can't say you haven't heard of him, can you?" "Sure, I've heard of Jimmy Strutter. What's that got to do with it?" "Well, Mr. Windsor, the TRCLDCR is the only church recognized by God, so anyone who isn't a member is automatically doomed to hell. Does that answer your question?" "Hey, that isn't fair," Al screamed. "What about all of those people who died before Jimmy Strutter started to preach? What about all of us who have lived a good Christian life, and who have attended other churches regularly? What about Mother Theresa?" "I guess it's just their tough luck, Mr. Windsor. The Reverend Strutter told everyone his was the one true church. You should have listened to him. Now shut up and follow me."

The End