The more that I speak with others, the more I am inclined to think that it's more of an... overlap, or in some ways a waiting space, rather than any true domain of the afterlife. [ a nod of thanks, before he'll unclasp the wings and hold them up with mild bemusement. ]

I would prefer, perhaps, a different friend to be reminded of in these times. At least the clothes would be more fitting. [ dunks affectionately on the drunk. ] But his clothes will be put to use, at least. How would you like to arrange these, my friend?