
"Who are those people on the ceiling?" the old gentleman asked his visitor. "Why, those are the Angels, come for you," the man replied. "Oh, okay!" said the old man, satisfied. He lay in bed, waiting. He'd been asking about the people on the ceiling for days. Sometimes he'd sing to them, he loved to sing.
The visitor allowed he had an luncheon appointment, took his leave and the old man watched the Angels. The aide, coming to bathe the old man, noted the time she arrived, 15 minutes later. When she went into his room, she found he had gone with the Angels as his daughter went about her usual routine in the kitchen.
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