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Existentialist Cowboy Joke

"Say your prayers," Butch said, hand poised above the sandlewood grip of his chrome-plated forty-five.

"God is dead!" came a tiny voice from his hand.

The other gunslinger was confused, but didn't have
time to think about it. He reached, but was gunned down
before his hand reached his own weapon.

A hanger-on from the crowd had the guts to ask,
"So what was with that 'God is dead' stuff?"

"I," said Butch, "have a Nietzsche trigger finger."

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