So, I'm the pope tired from a long day of doing, whatever it is the pope does. Maybe I have a cold, I take a bottle of NyQuil ( pontiff strength ) and off to dreamland I go.
Some Fool with a silver hammer ( the basis for the Beatles song? ) hits me on the head and knocks me out. Calls my name 3 times ( I wonder if I do that in a mirror if the pope will appear ) and of course I'm not answering because I'm knocked out and Nyquilled up, so he declares me dead. then what?
I wish these clowns would get out of the stone age. I mean really now.
Might as well have a naked dance around a fire at stonehenge.