Well, it’s gone then – abolished. Never mind what God thinks about it, Popey’s declared it non-existent. Lord knows how many babies are breathing a sigh of relief right this moment, and lining up at the Pearly Gates screaming at Saint Peter, like twenty million banshees, to let them in.
After all, it’s not much fun when you’re only a few weeks old, being stuck in Limbo for eternity while waiting for some old fart in a funny hat to decide it’s all right to let you into Heaven. Still, at long last Popey’s seen the light, waved his wand, and told Saint Peter to stock up on diapers. It’s over. Limbo is no more.
Now, if only he’ll do something about Hell.
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