The true believer is a guy, a plain guy, maybe even a homely guy–a guy that everyone gives the cold shoulder. That no only really likes. A social outcast who accepts his pariah status without complaint. A scapegoat, really, whose degradation and ostracism heals those who prefer to pretend he just doesn’t exist. When he dies, he’ll be buried i with the other social outcasts, in those unmarked pauper graves marked John Doe, because no one will be around to identify the body. Unremembered, unmourned. But that’ll be ok, because God saw it all, and that guy will totally be super-rewarded in heaven.