I suppose you’re wondering how the boys got into Heaven in the first place. One word: Momma. The boys absolutely loved, doted and waited hand and foot upon their mother. Completely devoted to her, they were their whole lives. Right up to time they decided to play chicken with a train. And lost.

They’re well meaning, really, they just don’t have a lot to work with upstairs. They’ll do anything anybody tells them, literally. Just don’t assume that the task you give them to do will get done. They tend to do the last thing they were told because they can only remember to do one thing at a time. You also have to remember to explain everything out to the tiniest detail or Lord knows what they’ll come up with. They’ve been the cause of many an accident and are good scapegoats if Nunny’s around.

Their hairy knuckles still drag the floor, and the waistlines of their pants still stray south. Only difference is that now they have wings to drag around and get dirty, too. You’ll be happy to know that since they’re in Heaven, they can’t make bodily noises anymore.