In Memory of Sylvester Stewart (Sly Stone)

Two of the angels came up, looking confused. "We attempted to play our instruments," one said quietly, "but were told that the jam session 'don't need no harp yet, Brother'." The other nodded, its horn held protectively. "You?" Peter asked. "I was told that the horns 'need to mind themselves, 'cause the bass is walkin' the neighborhood'." "I see," Peter responded, trying not to grin. "Well, I'd let it go for now and practice patience; souls new to the afterlife can be lively. Some of them bring delirium, some bring silence, and some ... well, some ... some bring the funk." Both angels pursed their lips in a flat line and snorted, as Peter laughed and grooved back to The Gates sleepy style.