"...said unto his followers, 'behold all that is good, for I am the source of your sausages.' Now, do you know why the Lord said that? Do you know why the lord is talking about sausages? Is it because pigs are tasty? No, pigs are God damned delicious, but they're unclean and I've never eaten one. It's not because God loves sausage; God loves sausage, but this is a message about your soul. Your soul is the sausage, and God loves every succulent bite."
You can't take any more. Even the most devout (or maybe especially the most devout?) person wouldn't be able to suffer this drivel. You've got a massive splitting headache before you can even reach the dial to turn the radio off. It's impossible to focus on the road. Before you know it, you've crashed your car and died a fairly messy death.
You arrive at heaven in short order (it turns out they're actually not very selective) and surprisingly, God really is just some old white guy who's sitting there eating sausages and watching us struggle.