He claims he was raised Catholic. I wonder if he'll have an open casket, and I wonder if I could slip a small Confederate flag between his dead fingers. Imagine being the undertaker for that one...you'd need a carving knife and a case of putty to fashion that permascowl into a serene expression.
I wonder if he keeps his foot in the freezer so they can toss it in when he goes tits up.
I wonder a lot of cool stuff.
Yeah, he was, another one of those lapsed Catholics who make lapsed Presbyterians or lapsed Methodists or lapsed Baptists or lapsed Buddhists or lapsed animists look souls of indulgence and toleration, in comparison.
I dunno why that is, but nobody can hate God more than lapsed Catholics, even though God never did them any harm. They just have a need to hate, to hate something, to hate anything.
I give you Ms. Hindenberg or Anne Pritchett as prime examples.....although hardly the only ones.
There just ain't nobody who can Hate like they can.
But I fully expect that if Bob's lucid during his last moments of life, he's going to be panic-strickenly calling for a priest to shoehorn him back into God's good graces.
I've seen it happen more often than not.
But it'd save Bob a lot of trouble if he'd just quit hating. Now.