God Will Surely Strike Me Down

I had to go to a funeral. It was someone, a relative, who had lived a good long life, as they say, and had passed away peacefully. So I sit there, as this great person is memorialized, and all I can think of is, h-u-b-b-a-h-u-b-b-a. The guys in the funeral procession are so damn hot! I never get to see guys in suits, much less uniforms; when it comes to dating I'm lucky if the guy's wearing a clean t-shirt. So I literally am drooling over these handsome, clean-cut men in their suits, looking adorably somber, and thinking of various fantasies, like it's ME they're carrying on top of that casket---
dear God, I really am going to hell, aren't I?