Passing Words: Catherine O'Hara

"So, technically, I don't need anything anymore," the soul observed rhetorically. "That's convenient for you." "Um ... well ... but you have heaven (and here the angel gestured) and that's kind of the pinnacle of wanting and having," the angel replied. "Mmhmm," the soul continued, scrunching up its face for a moment. "So, this pinnacle (and here the soul copied the sweeping gesture of the angel) promises eternal joy, but not DoorDash; is that correct?" "Well ... one must ask oneself ... um ... if DoorDash is necessary for eternal joy," the angel began, but the soul interrupted (looking at the angel, squinting). "Must one?" The angel looked over and gestured to another celestial who was standing near and trying not to laugh. "Because there are a lot of DoorDashers here," the continued, "and I would imagine they'd have something to say about ... (and here the soul gestured again, but it was even more exaggerated than before and the face it offered was a practiced mix of clueless and relentless). The angel continued to stammer and the other celestial had to wander off to pull itself together.