The last time you told me whether I was naughty or nice was when I was six years old. I've gone eight decades without a moral report card and now I have no idea where I stand!
I'll probably die soon and I need to know where I'm going. Should I spend my remaining time in a flurry of virtuous activity?
Honestly, man, at this point what could you do to change course? To overturn a lifetime of good or bad acts?
I could tell the police where those kids' bodies are buried. That'd probably count for something.