The Mental State Department is really helping me take care of lots of things while I'm looking after Dad. They're doing the Lord's work, certainly. They have comedian-type geniuses solve the problems of the people who attend their shows. And frankly, it's no big deal all the swearing and inappropriate things which are said during the course of the show. The point is, you should attend.
I haven't heard from any of the guys in MSD for some time, but I suspect they're as busy solving your every problem as me, the guy who died for your sins and who allowed Mel Gibson to make that awful movie about me, Braveheart. I'm sure that the Executive Committee of the Mental State Department would gladly accept me into their hearts, where I may need to move when my father passes away and the Devil forecloses on Heaven. So let's make sure those hearts are extra-big from all the charitable problem-solving they do each day. They're hard at work right now, even as I type this!