Pinky Diablo pulled a dead angel out of the pool today. It was riddled with buckshot and was probably dead when it hit the water. Pinky respectfully folded its bloody wings, wrapped it in a clean blanket and decided to have a impromptu funeral. Before he could get inside to change into his suit and put the Mahalia Jackson record on, the angel's body started to disappear. Before his eyes, the blanket emptied of its contents and flattened with a sigh. Pinky unrolled it only to find a faint smell of Aqua Velva and lemon hanging in the air.