Jehovah’s Witless, Part 6

(I open my door to let my dogs in and am surprised by someone I assume is a Jehovah’s Witness.)

Witness: “Do you know where you’re going when you die?”

Me: “I have it written in my will that I want my corpse to be strapped to a rocket and fired off into space where it will hopefully crash into Europa and become a frozen scarecrow to ward off aliens from our solar system.”

Witness: “I meant your soul…”

Me: “Oh. I haven’t planned ahead that far yet.”

(I then shut the door and walked away.)