"What is heaven like," asked Wonder.
"Quite orderly, actually," replied the Archbishop pompously. "There is, of course, ritual in all its splendor. The proper way of praying, chanting, sacrificing, and the like. Do you know there is only one way of kneeling before the Lord, or pronouncing His Unspeakable Name?"
"How does one speak an unspeakable name," wondered Wonder aloud.
"Exactly!" thundered the Archbishop. "The riff-raff have no idea! Without 'Rabbi's Rule of Order' I'm sure all Hell would break loose. Inappropriate genuflecting, alms giving,--and hugging!--there is entirely too much hugging going on, if you ask me. I am of a mind it's the celestial music that goes on to all hours of the night."
"Country music?," queried Wonder, hoping he could look forward to hearing Patsy Cline in Heaven.
"Celestial music you nincompoop," shouted the Archbishop, "CELESTIAL!"
"Fiddlesticks," muttered Wonder.
"I've got it on good authority they cleaned them out completely in the last handbasket," the Archbishop replied smugly. "Violin bows are mandatory now."
(My small tribute to Terry Pratchett and his humorous way of seeing things)