Don't get me wrong. I don't harbor illusions. I don't pretend to be an angel of mercy, an angel of death, an angel of love, an angel of light, or a guardian angel. I'm no kind of angel, really, just a two-penny sack of discorporate soul. I never quite figured out what the difference is between me and a ghost, but it supposedly has something to do with weight. Ghosts are heavier. It's a lot of work for them to fly and move around. I'm as light as light itself.

Earth looks pretty different once you're dead. It's a lot clearer. The colors are brighter. Everything stands out more. In heaven, on the other hand, everything's just a big blur. I'm never quite sure where I end and the next guy begins.

Back when I was alive, someone said to me that as civilization is getting more and more advanced, Earth is becoming more and more like heaven. He was a rich businessman. He had three nice cars, a mansion, a yacht, and lots of other stuff. He was very happy. I thought he was a pretty nice guy, but I guess he must have screwed up somewhere along the way. At least, I haven't seen him around here.

My dream is to have a purpose someday. I'd really like to be an angel of mercy. But the truth is that hardly anyone has a purpose anymore. A friend of mine says we're just a whole lot of souls floating around in a giant soul soup waiting for God to slurp us up. If that's the case, I hope He enjoys my flavor. If He would only say, "Mmmm. That was a tasty one," I could be satisfied for ten thousand years.