“Jesus is weird,” Joe remarked. “You can say that again!” “Why is he on the cross?” Daniel raised his eyes to heaven. “Oh, man, Joe. Well, historically, he wasn’t always on the cross. I think for something like twelve centuries, he was the risen Christ, fully dressed. Then there was Gothic art and, like, the black plague or something, so they switched to showing him on the cross. You know he died on the cross, right?” “Why?” “The weight of his own body, I guess. Makes it hard to breathe when you’re hanging by your arms.”
