[clearly anything is possible, just look at this shit]

Nor a mandatory chorus girl get-up. Feels like we're gonna have to burst into song and dance at some point, no holy servant of the Lord I know is at walking risk of a nip-slip.

So. What gives? [He sets his head in his chin, brows furrowed.] Seems a few billion souls short of a real afterlife, wouldn't you say?