Let’s say that we’re at the Marriage Supper of the Lamb. Mozart and Beethoven are playing duets on Hamburg Seinway Concert Grand pianos. Dancers from the Royal Dutch Ballet and other notable troops are performing their step-ball-change routines amid leaps and pirouettes.
The hors D’oeuvres – onion brie en Croutes, Spanokopita, spinach filo and potato puffs (all Kosher) – are tastier than manna and honey. And the wine, Chateau Lafite Rothschild bordeaux is out of this world.
But because wine has always gone through my urinary system much like water through a sieve, I need to go now! Not later. This is an emergency. Then, it dawns on me. I’m in heaven. Are there any restrooms in heaven?
Okay. Okay. In a world filled with hunger, terrorism and economic woes, this may be a bit of trivial tripe. Who really worries whether or not there are restrooms in heaven, right? Well, maybe nobody else worries, but I do. You know, I’m not big on wearing Depend products throughout eternity. It just doesn’t sound very holy to me.
So, does anyone know for sure if there are restrooms in heaven? Or at the very least, porta potties?
Larry Who 
Probably won’t even have the need. Imagine being able to eat anything you want with no repercussions… 🙂
But in hell there won’t be restrooms. To quote Rowan Atkinson in his “Welcome to Hell” comedy routine, hell is “damnation without relief” 🙂
Philippa,
Thanks for stopping by. My guess is that you are correct with your assumptions.