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Billy Bob stood there in heaven, looking down on everyone. He saw what had become of the world  after his passing. His ill-fated death at the hands of an angry door-to-door salesman who mistook his predicating for competition had allowed him to see how vital his existence was. Fire and brimstone now rained over his home state of Alabama. Alabama needed him.

He took his ten-gallon hat, his shotgun, his pipe, and his Bible, and set off to rid Alabama of atheism. Unfortunately, he was a ghost and nobody saw him. Not like it mattered, because as a Jehova's Witness nobody payed attention to him anyways.