Religion is Recruiting for Customer Complaints. Where is my God, the disciples and all the absent saints? The time I have invested sitting in your church. This wasn't in your advert you've left me in the lurch. I'm asking for a refund, you've years to reimburse and then there is the funeral, the flowers and the hearse.
I've sat on your pew, spent time praying to you and now that I'm dead, I'm unsure what to do. I should have known better, you never replied. Yet I kept the faith until the day that I died.
Now I queue to complain, I must be ******' insane! because, well, you don't even exist!