Interviewer: Thanks for taking the time to talk to us.
Angel of Judgment: That’s kind of a dumb comment.
Interviewer: How come?
Angel of Judgment: Well we’re immortal and you’re a mortal, so the one who needs to be worried about how to spend his time is…?
Angel of Mercy: What my friend the Angel of Judgment means is thank YOU!
Interviewer: Do I not have a lot of time?
Angel of Judgment: (clears one throat of ten trillion ones, each throat as beautiful as the most beautiful symphony imagined by mortal minds)
Angel of Mercy: No, no, you’re fine. You have plenty of time. Every moment has infinite potential.
Angel of Judgment: In theory…
Interviewer: Well I wanted to ask you about human beings.
Angel of Judgment: Well you guys look down on dogs for eating poop but you yourself ate greasy food even though you knew it would close up your coronary arteries.
Interviewer: But I wanted to enjoy my life. Is that wrong? Joy? Happiness? Aren’t those good?
Angel of Mercy: No, no, it was fine. Don’t worry about it.
Interviewer: And I tried to be a better interviewer than anybody else!
Angel of Judgment: And at the end of the day you were exactly the same as every other human being. You tried to be a big man. But you weren’t.
Angel of Mercy: But that’s okay. It wasn’t important to be better than anybody else because you’re all good. Cheer up.
Interviewer: So it was all for nothing?
Angel of Judgment: Well…you wanna take this buddy?
Angel of Mercy: No it was all incredibly worthwhile. Every moment of your life was infinitely important. Just in a way you never even remotely understood.
Angel of Judgment: Or did anything about.
The Angel of Death Arrives
Angel of Death: Hey guys, whacha talking about?