To all the angels who've ever accidentally tripped on a cloud, to the seraphim who've misplaced their halos and had to sheepishly ask Gabriel to help them find them, and to every divine bureaucrat who's ever spent an eternity sorting through celestial paperwork: this book is for you. May your eternal laughs be as boundless as your divine duties. To my earthly companions, whose uncanny ability to find humor in the most mundane (and sometimes apocalyptic) of circumstances inspires me daily. May your coffee be strong, your internet connection stable, and your ability to chuckle at the absurdity of it all never waver. And to the Almighty, for a sense of humor so vast it likely encompasses all the universe's blooper reels and forgotten punchlines. If you ever need a celestial proofreader or a divine intern to help organize the cosmic comedy club's schedule, you know where to find me. Just try not to accidentally zap me with lightning for this lighthearted take; I'm aiming for enlightenment, not immolation. And to Jesus, for being the ultimate straight man (and sometimes the punchline) to the greatest sitcom producer in existence. May your parables continue to resonate, even when delivered with a knowing wink and a divine chuckle. This is for everyone who believes that sometimes, the holiest of truths can be found in the most uproarious of laughter. This is the bathroom book that keeps on giving as you keep on pushing.