In Memory of Artis Ivey, Jr. (Coolio)

"All right if I bring some extra?" he asked. "Place needs a little extra." "Extra?" Peter asked, confused. "You know - more, a lot more, all of it ... for everyone," he continued. "Striking the balance between the main thing and the bling." The angel grinned from ear to ear. "Like this?" he asked, and the gates were suddenly covered in diamond-shaped stars, burning with fire from deep within. "It's a start," the soul said, "but you're gonna need to step up if this is going to be a real gangsta's paradise." And they would step up, he thought to himself as he strolled in, and he'd see to it himself.