Clever OP, TEO.
P. butter, sticks in dogs' mouths.
A related theo-ethical conundrum: Comes the Judgment Day. Mr. Big splits humanity into two groups: heaven- and hell-bound. You're in the heaven lane. You see several of your best friends, family, maybe even the son from your OP, on the off-ramp, headed for unspeakable torment in the lake of fire. Mr. Big takes a last look 'round, deep breath, wipes his hands: "Ok folks, I guess that's about it." Then with a narrow OT scowl: "Before we head out... does anyone disagree with this arrangement? Anyone going to question my judgment? Speak up."
You feel like complaining about the judgment-system and where it's sending your homies; but you sure don't want to tick off Mr. Big, especially not now. Do you dare speak up?
