Harold Camping: "O, Lord - why didn't the world end as Your Holy Word said it would?"
God: "Oh, but it did...for you, anyway. Hah! Lighten up, Harold. That was a joke. You really should have had a better sense of humor about things while you were on Earth. That way, when your first stab at prophecy failed, you could've said, 'Heard any good predictions lately?' Hah! And after you flubbed the second one, you should've said: 'What? I made a miscalculation. Everybody's a critic.'
"But I can see you didn't like that, Harold. You really should lighten up; don't spend eternity sulking.
"Peter, please have Mr. Camping brought to the waiting room while his case file is reviewed. And please remind David Koresh and Jim Jones that they'll have to course their appeals through the proper channels. There will be no special treatment for them even if they claim to be My only begotten son until Judgement Trump.
St. Peter (as an angel leads Harold Camping to the waiting room): "Do make yourself comfortable, Mr. Camping. Enjoy the complimentary pastries and beverages while you wait."