For real for real. Heaven doesn't even exist where I'm from, it's just made up to make breathers feel better about kicking the bucket.

[ He reaches up to twirl his halo around one finger as though he's temporarily lost in thought. He's not dumb enough to think he ended up an angel on purpose. Something was going on. But it also wasn't his problem. SHRUG. ]

Oh, where are my manners? Call me BJ!

[ He extends a grubby hand. ]