My own version of an old joke!
St Peter was showing a bunch of newbies around Heaven's facilities. They passed the wine tasters appreciatively sipping that year's vintage of Chateau Heaven, a crowd of excited people were busy placing their bets around the gaming tables, an Archangel in charge of the roulette wheel. The homosexual newbies were introduced to the Gay bar, which delighted them, and so on. Eventually they came to an impenetrable wall, with a tiny spy hole through which people were encouraged to peep. There were folk sitting on fluffy white clouds, strumming harps and singing praises. When questioned as to whom they might be, St Peter smiled and said that they were the fundies who didn't think there was anyone in heaven but them, and it wasn't kind to disillusion them.
St Peter was showing a bunch of newbies around Heaven's facilities. They passed the wine tasters appreciatively sipping that year's vintage of Chateau Heaven, a crowd of excited people were busy placing their bets around the gaming tables, an Archangel in charge of the roulette wheel. The homosexual newbies were introduced to the Gay bar, which delighted them, and so on. Eventually they came to an impenetrable wall, with a tiny spy hole through which people were encouraged to peep. There were folk sitting on fluffy white clouds, strumming harps and singing praises. When questioned as to whom they might be, St Peter smiled and said that they were the fundies who didn't think there was anyone in heaven but them, and it wasn't kind to disillusion them.