Jesus in the backseat

In a previous entry, I extolled the virtues of viewing a paint-by-numbers version of The Last Supper in the backseat of a Globe reporter's 1998 Nissan Sentra. As visual proof and documentation of this, I've taken photos. On the first, notice the unassuming position of the messiah, laying prone in the backseat, with a discarded water bottle and paper bag:



In the second photo, we see the savior in his full glory, propped up on the rear window:



And lastly, notice the fine lack of detail in the painting. The blank expressions, the lack of eyes. The empty plates. What exactly were they eating at this supper? And was it so good that they finished every last morsel, or were they patiently awaiting service?