Someday the cholesterol will win and Patrick will keel over dead from congestive heart failure. As they bury his fat pimpled body in a piano crate, he will look down from the place of final judgement and see that we are not in fact enjoying prison, and his passing has only been marked by the tread being labelled "inactive". Then he will meet the LORD and recoil in horror as Norm himself faces him and hands our shared Father the Book of LIfe. Patrick's shoulders will slump before he falls to the sulfurous depths of Hell, and spends eternity in a small stinking cell with a demonic visage of Donald Trump doing the YMCA dance.
Fatty will NOCHILD God at the Last Judgment as his sins are read out. "No, child, I did not see you hungry and not feed you. No, child, I did not see you naked and not clothe you. As the Book of Life you continue to lie about clearly states..." He will NOCHILD Jesus as he is damned and cast into the abyss. "No, child, I am not at your left hand with the goats. No, child, you DID know me..." As he floats in the outer darkness, with nothing to keep him company but his own fatness, he will look up, and just like the rich man who saw the beggar he looked down upon in Abraham's bosom, he will see Norm, Adrienne, PCJ, the daughter he abandoned, Leslie, Dan Mullen, Andrew Nadolski, Quasi, Boomia, Trump, Charlie Kirk, the entire MPD, every brotherman who called him fat, and every single person he NOCHILDED on Twitter in Heaven. And he will continue to NOCHILD. "No, child, you are not sitting at the right hand of the Father, stalker. No, criminal cyberstalker child, you are not enjoying Paradise..."
