St. Peter reclined on a cloud chair that materialized for his ancient back.

Ah…the sound of silence.

It seemed quite lovely and peaceful without all the annoying ranting.

He wondered what had happened to her on Earth to make her this way. Maybe she didn’t go through anything at all!

He stopped all thoughts of chucking the lady out, scared that a higher power might look into his mind and see what he had done.

Well, she would have a better time down there. Down there, reasons for complaint actually existed.

Just as he started drifting off into a heavenly sleep, a dreaded sound reached St. Peter’s ears.

It was the noise of heels clacking against marble. Someone was coming up the stairs.

“I say, what is the whole idea, sending me down there?” she cried, brandishing her purse all over again.

St. Peter restrained the urge to groan, and then noticed there was a small piece of orange paper on her back.

‘Go to Hell. I don’t want anything to do with her.‘

Oh, well…it was worth a try.