Jerry Falwell Smothered by His Own Jowels

and Christopher Hitchens crawls out of his pile of liquor bottles to give the most unflattering eulogy possible.

The dead reverend has only touched my life in too very minor incidents:

First, my Manhattan-dwelling cousin has a a small plush Tinky-Winky in his otherwise tastefully decorated apartment. As he told me, ¨If Fallwell says Tinky-Winky and I are both perverts, who am I to disagree?¨

Second, last December a friend of mine and I used the college radio station to present ´Merry Kitchmas´, in which we played the most tawdry holiday songs we could find. To round out the set we played the least inspired rendition of Handel´s Hallelujah Chorus ever recorded. Who was responsible for this Baroque monstrosity? Jerry Fallwell´s Old-Time Gosepl Hour Choir.