"When I was a boy, Cousin Jimmy Jamison got his privates shot off deer hunting," Salsifer said. "Nobody knew where the shot came from. There wasn't anybody around to help him and he bled to death."
"That's just as good," Frank said. "Who'd want to live without his privates?"
"Do you think he'll have them in the Celestial Kingdom?" Jeff asked.
"Sure he will," Raymond said. "How are you going to be gods and goddesses and create worlds without end and have spirit children forever and ever if you don't have your privates?"
"The righteous will have their equipment in the hereafter," Salsifer said. "But the sinful won't have any need for theirs. God will fix them just like you're fixing these here bull calves."
Frank had got a puny, shriveled up feeling in his pants. Nobody had ever told him about God castrating the wicked. It would be just like him to do it.

-Levi S. Peterson, The Backslider, p.94