I guess they have a fax machine or something in a corner in some room in SLC? Or maybe some sort of special courier service to ferry the communiques to the var

I guess they have a fax machine or something in a corner in some room in SLC? Or maybe some sort of special courier service to ferry the communiques to the various other-denominational Heavens? A really secret interoffice mail envelope? I mean at a certain point doesn't this just turn into grown adults playing pretend?