A Christian , Muslim , and Jew , have all died and are going to heaven to see whose religion was true , only to discover that no one on Earth had it right . [ WP ]

They stood, three strangers atop a windy mountain at the edge of existence. Their journey had both been brief and yet had lasted lifetimes. Beneath their naked feet, the mountain peak was swathed in a thick blanket of hazy smog. As they gazed up, the trio could see nothing but an unending chasm that left a cloying cold emptiness at the pit of their stomach. The silence was broken by an exclamation from the tallest of the three, a curly haired youth that had believed in Yahweh. 
 
 `` Your penises... they're... covered'' he said as he reached towards the genitals of the Arabian man. 
 
 `` Step back from me blasted Infidel! Allah be praised why are my virgins males!'' he exclaimed as he slapped away the inquisitive hand that prowled ever closer to his foreskin. 
 
 `` In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti'' exclaimed the elderly man as he hastily traced an upright cross across his chest using a trembly liver-spotted hand. 
 
 From above the trio there erupted a thunderous giggle, a sound that seemed to drive nails into the feet of the three men. As they stood shaking, the fog seemed to peel back like a curtain upon a stage, revealing an empty mass that swirled and coalesced before them. 
 
 `` **You three have been deemed the most pious of your religions, so much that you have earnt your rite of passage into our society. Serve us as loyally as you have served your** *gods* **and we will ensure that you do not face an eternity in purgatory. **'' the voice seemed to fill their minds, to fill their heads and to fill their very souls. They shook in euphoric ecstasy at the sensation of being touched by those that upheld the very fabric of reality. This moment burned like a beacon upon a dark sea within their mind, for in this moment they had become part of the very boundaries of the universe. Then, like the snap of a finger, they had felt the soft grass beneath their feet. They had returned to the meat sacks that they inhabited. 
 
 `` My creator, what is it you require of us'' wheezed out the old man as he fell to his knees, hands clasped in prayer before him. The other two soon followed, with the Arabian male performing the Sujud and the curly haired youth prostating himself upon the mountain peak. 
 
 `` **Return to your mud-planet, speak praise and convert all to your false gods. Feed us the souls of the damned**, the voice returned in a hiss of venom and purpose. It drove shards of ice through their respective consciousness and froze them to the core as the revelation shook them. Yet they knew that this would be preferable to the emptiness that they had faced, the eternity that lay within. Their bodies began to fade like fog in the sun, their memories still retained as they were reborn. 
 
 So arose the Saints of Christendom, the Prophets and Messengers of Islam and the Tzadikim of Judaism. So it was that they were fed the souls of the departed.
