Purgatory.

“A man dies when he stops dreaming. The time of death is when he stops dreaming and not when his heart stops beating!”

“So what happens when his heart stops beating?”

“Well, hmmmm, yes, see there are two kinds do people, all right? The ones who were already dead, as they had stopped dreaming - they are already dead- and the dreamers, their hearts might stop drumming, but they would continue dreaming. And in their dreams they keep on living. And that my son, is the difference between heaven and hell!”

And there was light!

“Honey, the phone is ringing!”

“I can hear, I am not deaf.”

“Could you please answer it? Oh, wait, it is a fax. What is this, see darling, some weird drawings!”

“It’s Hebrew, dumbo. Hey, it’s from heaven, then it must be something important.”

“Hell, I hate to work on Sundays. Switch on the printing machine, please, hon. It seems like they need at least 6 billion copies.”

Ventriloquist.

“It’s getting a little too much for me. They expect a man’s voice. I mean that too it when they are hearing it from their own mind. Bloody hell! They give you different names. Why can’t these people get a life? I mean why do they need God to answer our prayers.”

“Well, it is a booming industry isn’t it? We have a job because of it. They pray, we answer their prayers direct to their mind. A new wave call center.”

“Fuck! I know, the money is good. Answering prayers in a different voice and with a different name, to their minds. It gets on you. I am now a Hindu male God, my throat aches.”

“The story of my life. Let’s go.”

“Hell wait! I am smoking one more.”