You will die agonizingly.

And where will you go when you shuffle off this pestilential mortal coil, where I will tell you where picture the scene.

A fork in the road in one direction, a straight and narrow highway in the other, a long and winding road which stretches down and away into an unknowable distance.

One will take you to the bosom of the Lord's Grace forever in a day caress you with beatific love, and the other will be you.

You into an eternal pit of sulfurous suffering, postulating pain from which you will never, ever through the seven circles of hell Escape.

And I ask you here and now, which road will you take?

No money?

Thanks very much.

Really good.