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14 Billy Graham's Glorious Jam
much either of us can do in these celestial clouds anyway is there?”
“Over a hundred very long years,” moaned Nietzsche. “Yes, I agree. Us overmen are over the hill up here.” So they clinked glass to bottle and smiled.
Soon Nietzsche finished his beer and wanted another. Graham didn’t. So the infamous atheist decided to go find drinking buddy, Goethe. He faded away as though using the shimmering Star Trek transporter, gently but quickly fragmenting into billions of atomic pieces, then poof! Gone.
Graham was musing about how little Heaven had fulfilled his expectations when he noticed someone wearing a bulky white fur coat floating towards him on a cloud and carrying a shiny object. It soon looked like Liberace toting a candelabra. He remembered one of his own epitaphs that My Big Fat Greek Wedding star Nia Vardalos had tweeted: “Rest in peace sir, I hope God bunks you with Liberace.”
“God wouldn’t bunk us together,” thought Graham as the gaudy pianist arrived. “Heaven may be strange, but it wouldn’t be grossly punitive would it?
“How’re you doing Reverend?” Liberace said when he arrived next to Graham. He carefully placed his candelabra on a neighboring cloud. It sunk a bit but was solidly supported, if somewhat submerged. “Looks like the fates have us locked together today. Love to spend time with my fellow showmen.” He gave Graham a quick kiss on the cheek.
Graham couldn’t help cringing. After all, Liberace died of AIDS and who knew how the virus behaved in Heaven?