With the Easter Bunny’s poufy tail still visible in the rear view mirror, I wonder for half-a-heartbeat if it isn’t too early to chat about the Catholic Church. But what the hell? People were making Michael Jackson jokes on Facebook within hours of his death and I’m not even planning on making jokes. The fact that I waited through the holiday before setting fire to my keyboard has been more than respectful, if I do say so myself. And let me tell you: I have been sitting on my fingers.

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