On seeing a billboard reading "When you die, you will meet God"
There will be a cocktail party. You'll be introduced to god, but angels mumble, and you will not quite place any of the names of god you are given. You will try to make small talk, anyway, because you were brought up that way. You ask after god's profession and hobbies. God will say "oh, you know, a bit of everything". You were not really well off before you died, and you remember how stressful working odd jobs can be. You will say something like "oh, well, if you ever need a place to stay between jobs, I've got a really comfortable couch with your name on it". God will smile sincere thanks and then wander off towards the mini-quiches. You will never speak with god again, but you will forever fondly remember how you were not called out on it when you had your foot in your mouth at that party.