A bus full of ugly people was in a tragic bus crash.
The impact was catastrophic that it instantly claimed the lives of all on board.
As the souls of the deceased lined up at the pearly gates, the booming voice of the Almighty echoed through the heavens.
God stood before them and offered each of them a single wish to be granted upon their entrance into the afterlife.
One by one, the ugly people stepped forward, their desires unified in a desperate plea for conventional beauty:
“I wish to be good looking,” the first soul declared, their voice tinged with hope and longing.
With a mere snap of His divine fingers, God obliged.
As the individual walked through the gates, they were transformed into the image of beauty: high cheekbones, radiant skin, and features so perfectly symmetrical, they seemed sculpted by the hands of Michelangelo himself.
The second soul followed suit, making the same request, and was promptly granted a similar metamorphosis, their former flaws melting away to reveal a stunning countenance that would make even Aphrodite herself envious.
As this pattern continued, each soul blossoming into a paragon of attractiveness, God noticed something bizarre.
At the very end of the line, a lone man found himself increasingly consumed by uncontrollable fits of raucous laughter.
By the time God had reached this last ugly soul, this individual was practically convulsing on the ground with laughter.
The laughing man stepped forward, his chance to make a wish.
Clutching his sides, he struggled to catch his breath.
With a devilish glint in his eye, he raised a trembling finger towards the now-gorgeous group and rasped out his wish between gasps of laughter:
“I wish they were all ugly again.”
