You’re Marvin

You contracted AIDS from your late boyfriend, Whizzer and you died a few months after him. You feel your eyes shut as you lay on your death bed and it all fades to back before your eyes opening but noticing you’re in a different place. It’s was bright with light and you laid in some clouds, getting up and looking around before spotting a man in a white button up, brown trousers and with angel wings, your eyes widening. “W-whizzer…” You mutter, tears brimming in your eyes