God is preparing to create a new Universe. Why? Because he's bored with the old one and because, like most artists, he wants to expand his skills. Meanwhile, Saint Peter is wearing curlers and riding on a pink Vespa, a cuckoo has declared himself a messiah, a pig has fallen victim to an economics student and an insurance salesman has run afoul of his own policy coverage. Five thousand snapping turtles are on the loose, and a powerful dictator has been launched into space. Will the new Universe be an improvement over the old? Will the human race survive its turn at creating? And will Saint Peter ever get to attend the prom? Luckily, his karma has made him eligible for another incarnation on Planet Earth, so anything can happen and probably will. Reset your calendars to Day One and let's forge ahead. Y2K couldn't hold a candle to this.