You see, when you die, and you're standing at the pearly gates. Micheal Jackson will be waiting for you with a pair of these little pieces of heaven. And once you slip'em onto your feet he'll give you a HEEhee 360 crotch grab and you and him will lock arms and skip merrily into the gates. Only then you will realise that you shouldn't have been listening to the Devils music seconds before you died.
Morel of the story. God is mercifull. Even to sinners. That's why it's nothing but Phill Collins in my tape deck.