Well, my wife is gone and her clothes are still here. Except for the ones she packed for the trip to BWI, of course. She took those with her on the airplane.

Perhaps that's where all the elect have gone?

BWI = British West Indies? Maybe your wife is in for an eternity of reggae, rum and ganja with 40 handsome dreadlocked Rastas catering to her every whim? (The bad news might be having to sit and watch an eternal cricket match, Christ and the Apostles vs OT Prophets XI).