The trip to Heaven didn’t quite work out the way he expected. Gladys accompanied him as they sat through weeks of non-stop, monotonous lectures bearing no relationship to the real Limbo. The Angels insisted that everyone sit on bottom-numbing hard chairs, so they were unable to snooze through these excruciating lectures, and it was with a sigh of relief that they all retired for the decennial social hour, in a garden just inside the gates of heaven. Gladys was delirious with relief, but now, somehow, Arthur was dissatisfied.

A polite way to be crude.

He wept with dismay…