Ok, if this doesn't explain a lot about me, nothing will.
When I was younger, I used to get sick, A LOT. There was one time when a fever almost killed me, when I was roughly ten or so. It was spiking at 106 and I had the stereotypical near death hallucination... A glowing portal formed on the wall, Brilliantly luminous and pulsating, and a figure stepped out, sat down on the bed and started talking to me... It wasn't God or Jesus, not Bhudda, not Anubis...
It was....
The Pink Panther!!!
Now that I recall this, I guess that just about sets the tone for my life, dosen't it?
I can't imagine what a church of the Pink Panther would look like, but I imagine the interior would look positively fabulous (and have a martini bar!)