Does that make you the poof, or God? Then again, I can imagine Mr. Grant'd be God, in that little scenario.
For me, I imagine my own little beachfront house in Rio, tall, buff (less than decent) men waiting on papito y yo, with those little umbrella drinks and...
Well, that's hardly a good thought to be having in Heaven, is it? Especially considering Papito has to wait. Dear boy.
Oh, listen to me, going on. Who might you be, Gorgeous?