Perhaps a little of- topic, but still worth a mention.
In the words of the Canadian poet, Robert Service, in his poem The Song of the Wage Slave:
”When the long, long shift is over,
And the Big Boss gives me my pay,
I hope it is not to Hellfire, like I’ve heard the preacher say,
And I hope it is not to Heaven, not with some of the preachers I’ve met.”
Bloody Hell, but I can sure identify with that sentiment!