The Pope, who still denies that evolution created the Earth and not some punk-ass god who calls himself Jehovah or Yahweh or Shecky the Animated Ground Beef, has been struck by a meteor!
Oh sure, you might think this is a piece of post-modern sculpture in the polished halls of an art museum, but nope! The meteor got him good!
Cardinals and bishops were fluttering around Saint Peter's ball court, wondering if God was mad at the Pope.
"Why did He kill the Pope? Pope is good, yes? Meteor is bad. But the meteor came from Heaven... isn't that where God lives? I'm confused."
Twitching like a singing ape, the cardinal looked up old theological tomes for an answer. As soon as the dust settled and the coughing ceased, not a single word from the past could explain why the Pope got hit right between the eyes by a rock from Heaven.
While figuring out who the next Pope will be, the cardinals are keeping quiet and calm, their shifty eyes searching the sky, waiting for the "next teardrop to fall"... scared... all of Vatican City is scared...
When you piss off God, He uses science to deliver consequences... just like Santa (not Satan), "You better watch out, you better not cry, or Jehovah is gonna make a meteor fall from the sky..."
