From The Spam Files

She knew what was coming to her. The signs had been there for a while. He did have a touch of asthma, and you know how men in their 30s are prone to heart attacks anyway. Nothing a little strychnine couldn't help along, now? She turned to her boy, Freddie. He looked so much like Him, but that couldn't be helped.

"Mommy helped Daddy find Jesus," she told him, sotto voce, as the casket lowered into the cold ground.

"I prayed and prayed, Mommy!" he responded.

The angels had him now.