Aziraphale pinched the bridge of his nose. This was all very overwhelming - not to mentio that the notion of an angelic afterlife was frankly terrifying. Generally, afterlife implied judgment, which Aziraphale was not eager for; clearly Gabriel was not either. And if there was another version of Aziraphale out there somewhere, what in the name of all that was holy was he doing?

"It's ineffable," he murmured, with a clear hint of sarcasm streaking his tone of sorrow. "And we may never know."

The expression on Gabriel's face was truly distressing him. He cleared his throat with some discomfort and looked away. "I have fun." It did not sound convincing. His kingdom - flat? - for the ability to tell white lies.