A small but very Kool Aid cult.
Guessing it was probably generic Kool-Aid and not brand name?
Didn't we discuss upthread that the men had to be virginal, too? All I could think of was "Good luck with that! Where.....?"
Oh lordy, really? On the upside, they would have all of eternity to develop a skill set. On the downside, what kind of conversation is possible with 144,000 inexperienced souls? Their eternity dinner conversation will surely be lacking if no one has lived long enough to be interesting (which is what? 27, according to the Paul Newman quote? Although he didn't specify virginal status, and he certainly isn't the last word on such matters...).
Personally, I'm hoping my afterlife will have good whiskey, cigarettes without repercussions, butter on everything edible that never adds a pound, a Tencel mu-mu to wear, Ray Charles on the piano, Mahalia Jackson singing, John Hiatt still cranking out great songs, and a quiet corner where I can sit down with Aldus Huxley, William Faulkner, and Eleanor Roosevelt for really great conversation.
I mean, if you're gonna recruit for a cult where you're stuck together for eternity, why not make it sound like fun?
Were these 144,000 just supposed to listen to Chad yammer for the rest of eternity?
Plus, wouldn't Chad get demoted once he delivered his passengers and they all arrived where their god was micromanaging everything? Or does he get to be a hall monitor then?
I feel like they
might not have thought this vision all the way through.