I can imagine him, finally casting off the silver rope and finding his wits about him about 100 feet above the hospital, going "What the fuck was that?????".

Then, finding himself free of pain, weight, and other concomitants of body-hood, enjoying himsef genuinely for the first time in 75 years, and then wandering around forlornly trying to track down some of those angelic escorts who were supposed to show up and show him the trail to Saint Peter's Gate, or Saint Gates'...well, never mind that.

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