I don’t believe in a

I don’t believe in a heaven or hell, but I sincerely hope there is a place for guys in Range Rovers, who pass other people on the left to make a right turn at 25 mph while talking into a cell phone and nearly hit me in the crosswalk even though I have a walk signal, to rot for all eternity. There’s a probably also a place for people that use terrible grammar and string 12 prepositions together in a single aside, and that’s where I’ll spend eternity, rotting away.