Well, apparently that's what some idiotic priest from Brazil had. You may notice I phrased that in the past tense. Looking on the bright side, if he does believe in god, he should be talking to him right now.
Why? Because the 'poodle-brained-priest' in his infinite lack of wisdom decided to raise some money by attaching himself to hundreds of helium balloons. Now I don't know if he was pissed on communion wine or something but it's exactly the sort of half-baked idea I come up with I'm pissed.
In itself, it appears to be a plan concocted by Wile E Coyote and in reality, it ended in the same comical fashion.
Thus, Buzz Fuckwit duly got togged up in a silver jump suit, complete with parachute, crash helmet, GPS, a radio and the IQ of a retarded badger.
Once the people on the ground had let go of the ropes, he shot upwards at an alarming pace alledgedly screaming "Jesus Fucking Christ". Meanwhile, the people on the ground applauded merrily at the flying priest and his new prayer.
Several days later he disappeared from the radar and out of communication muttering something about wishing "they'd explained how the bloody GPS thing worked."
The latest news is that popped balloons are washing up along the coast of Brazil, but as yet no sightings of Buzz Fuckwit. Still, I'm sure that if there is a god he's far too busy to be popping balloons for the fun of it - I mean that would be plain silly.