One day, in the afterlife, I met a guy. We shared a table in a little diner. He told me I could call him, "J.C." His friend stood nearby, holding a sign that read, “The End is Near.”
In an attempt to be friendly, I asked J.C. if he was preaching Love today.
He answered, “Yes, I am preaching Love today!”
I said, “Peace be with you.”
He responded, “Have you heard the Truth?.”
I said, “Let me stop you right there, J.C., don't try to corrupt this nice discussion of morality that we're having, with some kind of mythology.”
He looked puzzled for a moment, like it had been quite some time, since anybody questioned him. “Who do you think that I am?” he asked.
I answered, “I don't know.” Then I countered, “Who do you think that you are?”
That shut him up. And we sat at the table in quiet.