AND HERE AGAIN
Naturally he doesn't fare as well as Robert does with a kind of role reversal where Richard has to do the commercial cleaning jobs and clean up Robert's shit albeit spiritual shit. At least he doesn't write poetry though. Thank 'heaven' for small mercies
While it is obviously
I really don't think that he addressed hell properly though.
End of the Universe.
Maybe it's because he's a bit sensitive over this given his past indiscretions. Robert has told him many times over that God (Robert's god) will forgive anything as long as you repent before dying. I guess that's fine when you linger in bed before popping your clogs but it's a bit tough on the guys who get hit by a bus.
I don't think that I ever grasped the idea of heaven and hell (and all the other weird middle stages that religious nutters with too much time on their hands dreamed up like purgatory and limbo).
It was promulgated to me in a force-feeding manner by nuns, brothers and priests during my schooling but it just didn't make sense.
Luckily for me the religious scene at home was ambiguous to weak. My mother was a Catholic coming from an Irish/English background. My father was (once) a Methodist coming from a Scottish background with a bit of Irish thrown in which brought a hint of Catholicism. At home when my brother and sisters and I complained about having to go to Sunday Mass when our father didn't our mother would say that he was a heathen and would go to hell.
I think she said this for a laugh as she wasn't all that staunch (although she did put out Saint Joseph statues in the garden the night before a wedding or family event in the hope of good weather. Maybe she was a Gypsy.)