Now THAT’s an army. Take note all you sissy-boys in the US military.
Anyway, we have to make a little pit stop before descending upon the Super-while-we’re-there-Bowl. Carissa Kelm’s funeral in Oklahoma. Don’t know her? Stay tuned for her own ‘1000 Ways to Die’ episode.
Those details aren’t extremely important right now. What is important is that she’s dead. Dead dead dead. A 20 year old cut down by God before she’d accomplished anything of note in her life. Cut down to pay for the sins of Oklahoma against God and His servants and cut down for her own sins.
Now, what are you going to do about it?
You can cry and weep and wail around about it in typical doomed american worship the dead fashion, wailing about the unfairness of it all and how God didn’t do this and she was such a wonderful human being and blah blah blah BARF. In other words you can continue your cultish pattern of raising both hands in the air, extending your middle fingers and screaming, in unison, at the top of your lungs “F&@K YOU GOD!”
Or, you could try something different. You could warn those still alive that they too will go to hell if they die in their sins. You could tell the truth about this little tart and show her as a prime example of how NOT to live your life. In other words, tell some truth.
Remember, dyin’ time is truth time.