It is quite true that his life had been very evil, but, upon the other hand, he was most conscientious in all things connected with the supernatural. Still, it did surprise me a bit when the old bastard was waiting for me just inside the pearly gates of the hereafter.

The last time I laid eyes on him, he was adrift in a sea of tufted white satin and bore no resemblance to the calculating capo that sliced his way to the top of the local cosa nostra with the soul of a switch-blade, and the conscience of a stiletto. 

As I looked down upon his frail, aged frame that day, my Protestant eyes as dry as the moon amidst a crush of crying Catholics, I felt quite contented that he would finally be made to pay, by spending all of eternity roasting in the fires of my God’s hell.

Looking at him now, restored to all his youthful vigor, swathed in Italian silk and smoking a pricey cigar, I realize how wrong I have been. Not about him, mind you. But about those Catholics being onto something with that whole ‘absolution of sin through the sacrament of confession’ nonsense.

This little bit of tongue in cheek was written in 50 word increments utilizing the literary prompt,  “It is quite true that his life had been very evil, but, upon the other hand, he was most conscientious in all things connected with the supernatural.” – The Canterville Ghost by Oscar Wilde. As supplied by Kristian on 50 Word Thursdays, and the phrase ‘dry as the moon’ provided by Misky on her site,  Twiglet’s.