Finally, Saint Peter take him to the Throne Room of God himself. The man’s heart skips a beat, and the light at the far end of the room just blinds him to the point that he can’t stand it any longer.
He is escorted out. Then, Saint Peter walks him into a hugh room filled with thousands and thousands of clocks, large and small, all shapes, all kinds. The man is puzzled.
He asks, “What is this room full of clocks all about?”
In a lecturing tone, Saint Peter describes, “This is the Room of Souls.
Each clock in the room represents a single human soul. The time on each clock represents how long each is to live.
Each and every time a person lies, however, the hands of the clock move a bit faster.” The man glances up and notices a huge clock, face downward, whizzing around at a great rate of speed.
His curiosity gets the better of him and he asks, “What is that clock?”
“Oh that one.
That’s OJ’s clock.
We use it as a fan.”
Turnbull and Shorten’s had to be turned off, apparently they kept blowing the roof off.