Maybe it's sick of me to be sitting here praying regarding Falwell's health.
No, I don't really think it is. But I'm willing to accept that I'm being subjective about my own judgement.
Die, you evil, hateful, fuck. And save Rev. Phelps a seat at the coprophiliac banquet table in Hell, because after so much shit coming out of your mouths in life, eating shit for eternity is clearly what you both oh so richly deserve.