Goodbye Jerry

Jerry Falwell died today at the age of 73. One of his holier-than-thou crusades was to relentlessly persecute homosexuals despite the fact that the Bible mentions homosexual activity almost as a footnote. It certainly didn't make it into the top ten list. Jerry's political and social influence caused untold pain and anguish in our country and the world in general.
I don't normally believe it is in good taste, or shows much class to denigrate someone after they have died, but today I will make an exception.
Jerry died suddenly and without warning in his office. Apparently his death was relatively quick and painless. That's a shame. I'm full of sorrow that he didn't die a lingering, painful death with larvae in his liver or maybe an earwig infestation in the frontal lobes of his twisted brain. Maybe a strange, unnamed disease that would have made his skin fall off or his black, little heart slowly rot. (Maybe that's what actually happened.)
Anyway, now that he is dead I will take the unusual step, despite my avowed atheism, of making a prayer to his god . I will pray tonight with hands clasped, eyes tightly closed, on my knees next to my bed. I will pray that, after he is buried by his brain-dead friends, family and followers, a huge rainstorm pours for 40 days and 40 nights. I will pray the the local sewage treatment plant will burst and the raw sewage will pour forward it's filth upon the earth. I will pray that the diseased and abominable river will flow in an unrelenting torrent right into the graveyard and cut a gorge right through the earth. I will pray the disgusting river of satanic sludge will pour right through his grave and tear through his coffin and through his dirty little heart. And when, the following morning, the sun comes through the passing clouds, with the best efforts of workers and volunteers, no part of Jerry Falwell will be found within the settling pool of human waste. This I will pray. Amen