In Memory of Gena Rowlands

Peter did a double-take. "I ... I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there at first!" The soul smiled. "I was busy falling in love with these flowers and forgot about checking in. Such is ... life," it said (with a twinkle in its eye). "For some ... for a well-grounded few," Peter responded. "To not spy someone so glamorous and accomplished wandering about is ... a little disconcerting, however." "I consider it a huge compliment," the soul said warmly. "The only role I ever really cared about was the one I was cast in from birth; that's the only story arc that has mattered as I look back. I wanted to be able to say, "I did my best" and I think I can." "I am honored to present to you your most recent accolade," Peter responded. "Soul with Unlimited Access to All of the Flowers in Paradise." "Oooooo," the soul clapped its hands. "I'd like to thank the Academy and everyone who believed in me for seven decades, keeping me on track for my best life. I also thank the cherished accomplices who allowed me to fly under some radar so that I could enjoy it privately." The soul executed a perfect curtsey. Peter hit the button to open the pearly gates, and in it went, picking up friendly conversations and inserting itself into bliss as if its return was a casual, weekday thing.