As a seminary intern, I was in a play in a local church. It was written by a parishioner. It was about the final judgment in heaven. I thought the play was awful but I had to do it - duty and grades, etc. There were three redeeming features: (1) I was (type?) cast to play God. In this role, I got to send people to hell and other good things. (You'll have to read it...) (2) Everyone enjoyed when, during a deadly (appropriately) rehearsal, I lit off an aerosol can whilst sending another poor sinner to damnation in the church vestibule. (An odd place to locate the Lake of Fire.) (3) I had enough clout with the author to be able to rewrite my part. This is that rewritten part with a bit of commentary. Blessings, BRM