Author's Note: H Sorry it took months to get back to this, l had loads of ideas for other stories as well as a backlog.

Chapter Four: As Young Grow Old

"Homer? Homer, where are you?" Marge asked as she drifted through wisps of white, it was like being sewn onto a cloud. She could not feel her arms nor legs, yet she had a sensational feeling of freedom.

Something other than the physical self had a hand in this sensation.

She called out for Homer again. This time he answered.

"Marge" he said, beckoning her over to him

"Homey, oh my precious, you're alright" Marge replied.

"I'm alright, but duff light. I need a beer" said Homer.

"Drink from the blood of your saviours" commanded a loud and ominous voice speaking to them with the grace of a thunderclap.

"What if they're carrying covid?" asked Homer

"Not funny Homer" Marge snapped.

"Eh, I laughed. All you can do down there" came the booming voice.

"Don't say we're 'down there', things are meant to be looking up" said Marge.

The two looked around them as the bright white faded, the clouds they stood on turned grey, a dim light shone down on them.

"Where are we? What are we experiencing?" asked Marge.

"This is death, and you come to us as angels"

"Who are you? Show yourself" said Marge.

"My appearance is known to many of your human eyes, as young become old"

"The Hallmark channel?" Homer remarked.

"I am the heavenly body" the voice responded, finally taking shape before them, a stud of a being, made up of every different physical and sexual gender, an evangelical hermaphrodite.

"You have reached the end of one journey, but your next is just beginning, for this is where your souls will be reassigned to the next phase in the path you walk on"

"So, we're going to continue life in hell?"

"Earth, Homer, life on Earth"

"I rest my case" said Homer, folding his arms. Marge grumbled.

"You are not yet ready to walk amongst the divine, your souls will enter new bodies, you will lead new lives, and you will be granted new opportunities to put right what your previous experiences could not" continued the heavenly body, showing Homer and Marge a wide range of possibilities to select from.

"Oh look, a native American, how about it Pocahontas?" a seductive Homer said, his tongue sizzling at the prospect.

"This is all well and good, but what would really please me is a chance to make sure my soap opera script gets the proper enactment it deserves on television...now, if there was some way you could bend the rules, whatever they are, and temporarily assign me to the performer that has to read my script out, I can rest easy knowing my legacy as Marge Simpson lingers before millions of eyes, as young grow old"

"Just not billions" Homer corrected, "Wouldn't want to upstage the guy Marge"

"I'm not just a guy you know" said the heavenly body.

"What do you say Mr. Body? Will you grant me this opportunity?"

"On one condition, you take him with you" decreed the body.

"Me? What good could I be?"

"You can be my big action hero co-star" said Marge.

"Better that than your 'somebody's gonna roll me' all-star I guess" said Homer.

"It is decided, you will have three days allocated to you, complete your assignment in half the time and you may just be given a cushy future in running themed restaurants" replied the body

Wisps of energy encircled Homer and Marge little was left of their forms but they were able to fuse together, as if they were allowed to kiss, before both phased through the dark and shot down like broken stars to a Hollywood studio littered with them.