Waitangel, another pitcher of beer for my friends and me please.

(I'm writing a sermon which is touching on eschotology and this is an little side observation that needs to go somewhere else)

So... is anybody else perturbed by the Philly cream cheese commercials that has angels exclaiming over its great taste/less filling qualities while in the background is a fluffy cloud holding up a row of walking exercise machines? Like going to gym in this lifetime - which has an end sooner or later - isn't enough fun we can all die and keep going for all eternity? Is not my own post-resurrected self supposed to be already perfected?

I"m just saying...