But to be fair, it was a technological feat to make a jar large enough to support that big hat.
I’ll admit I was a little confused when Cardnal Law said “The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Here’s to my love! O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die,” and drank some poison. Truely bizzare.
But why did all the cardinals ask President Bush to bring them back a shrubbery?
Really, I’m so confused…
I’m still waiting for the conclave of papabili cats.
I expected Charlotte Church to sing.
And I expected her to sing Ave Maria.
I didn’t expect her top to be see-through.
I have to admit that I never saw it coming when the autopsy revealed that Pope John Paul II was in fact really a woman!
I thought burying the pope in a Motohead t-shirt was just a tad sacreligious.
No, but I could have sworn I saw FUCKO OFF inscribed on the casket lid.
Wasn’t Motorhead. It was Dio’s Holy Diver tour shirt.
Yes, but having it inscribed in Latin made it much more classy.
A pity the KISS casket got lost in transit.
I thought it was touching when W and the Mrs. got the crowd started doing the wave. Shows they truly care.
The pope-hat shaped trampoline castle was a nice addition to the festivities as well.
And who knew Prince Charles could break dance?
I was taken aback that they didn’t better hide his angel lust, but you gotta admit, the pontiff was swingin’ a serious censer.
EXI FUTUENDO.
On a slightly more serious note, Coldfire pointed out Prince Charles shaking hands with the Zimbabwean anti-christ (my wording) Mugabe.
I know that some people bet on who the next Pope will be, but to have the tote board show up as a ticker onscreen?
That didn’t really shock me, but to see Cardinal Ratzinger show up at the betting window with such a big bundle of Euros was a bit off-putting.
I could sympathize with the crying and the shouting of “You’re the only one I ever loved.” But jumping into the open grave was too much. I expected better from Mel Gibson.
My favourite part was when several of the faithful fainted because for a moment they thought the Holy Father had actually resurrected himself and was standing there among them, large as life. It had to be explained to them.: “No, that’s not the Pope. That’s Tony Blair. He just thinks he’s the Pope.”
