You had tumbled onto the couch of the small, humble apartment you've had since your first day in Heaven.

Surprisingly, even in this “perfect afterlife”, you were left exhausted after a day at work. You'd think you wouldn't have to worry about a nine to five after you died.

At least there's no stress about taxes or crappy people.

Then, you heard a knock at your balcony door after seeing a glimpse of large, golden wings.

Maybe you had to take back that last point.