The Good News

Let's start with the good news: There is an afterlife, yay! Now the not-as-good: It's hyper-organized. To be precise: “anal.” Most of what we do involves filing receipts, double-checking spreadsheets, and filling out taxes with rules somehow more infuriatingly obscure than earth’s. People correct you a lot, pedantically. You can’t argue because they're angels—and they know exactly what you "meant to say." There's also a crazy amount of homeowner association demands. I changed my mailbox color to mustard yellow instead of the required pickle green, and came this close to being sent to hell. Not recommended. Otherwise, it’s pretty chill.