"Wait. Wait. You want me to prove how much I think that the Ritz wasn't a mistake? Do you know what my ringtone for when you call me is?" Aziraphale looked ready to argue, but didn't. Crowley pulled out his phone and pressed a few buttons. Queen came out of the speakers.
"Ooh you make me live. Whatever this world can give to me, it's you you're all I see. Ooh you make me live now, honey. Ooh, you make me live. Oh you're the best friend that I ever had. I've been with you such a long time. You're my sunshine. And I want you to know that my feelings are true, I really love you." Crowley turned it off then, staring at Aziraphale. Aziraphale was looking very confused, and conflicted. So Crowley nervously stepped forward. And he grabbed that stupid scarf of Azira's, pulling him forward.
He hadn't noticed the sword.
Or he didn't care.
It was still flaming.
He was falling.
Down.
To the ground.
Dead?