From Neil Bamforth at MadMikesAmerica:
That is one of my many problems with religion. The bit after you die is a particular puzzle for me.
I’m not great in crowded places as a rule. I get ‘people claustrophobia’. It’s all those sweaty armpits and things.
Billions and billions of humans have died since we first got here. Billions and billions of souls in eternity, squashed together without anywhere to live. Homelessness in heaven and hell must be at epidemic proportions.
Religion makes about as much sense as standing in a public place in ‘middle America’ and announcing that God doesn’t exist and Jesus was a nutter or, to maintain balance, standing in the middle of Islamabad and declaring Mohammed was a pedophile.
Not only would you be extremely nuts to do such a thing, you would, shortly afterwards, find out whether there is an afterlife and just how crowded the place is.