I've heard that they're going to fire his body into space

I could hardly get into the hospital the next day.
The concourse was packed with clergymen, tv news crews, pilgrims from all over the world and some people I recognised off the telly.
I had to wait in a queue to get into Roger's ward and, after an hour's wait, they let me in.
There were lots of people standing around Roger's empty bed staring at the brown stain. Most were silent, however some were taking pictures and others wept and crossed themselves.
Roger was smoking a fag and arguing with a bishop.
"Heathen? Heathen?" he was shouting, "How can I be a heathen? It came from my holy arse!"