After death takes Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. for its
customary ride, he ends up face to face with
God, and he asks God, “What in hell are people
for?”

God looks puzzled, and screams, “Who said that?”
Finally he sees the wriggly, little figure, and
realizes that the awful sound is coming from it.
“What!” he demands.

“What in hell are people for?” repeats Vonnegut,
quite angry and out of control.

A still confused God ruminates, scratches himself
so heavenly, but becomes increasingly annoyed.
“People? People? did I create people?” he yells
at his right-hand man. His right-hand man pulls
out an iPad, scrolls down and down for what
seems like an eternity---but which was probably
just forever.

“Yes, yes, here it is, Sire. You did indeed create
people.”

God thinks for a second. “Well, as of this moment
I am un-creating them!” He seems at peace now.