In Memory of George Foreman, Mia Love, and Richard Chamberlain

The soul was hiding behind the kind-hearted boxing champion, which made the man laugh. "Brother, you worked it, so now own it!" came the unsolicited advice. The congresswoman simply rolled her eyes and went back to networking; she felt very strongly that serving as a guardian angel would give her the kind of influence she needed to keep driving change. After a while, there was no one else in line. "Let me guess," Peter sighed. "You're the actor." "In my heyday," the soul began, "you acted on stage, in pictures, and in your real life. The whole point was not to be yourself - not out in the open. It was exhausting, and I'm not proud of it and some of those roles." Peter pushed a button and the gates began to open very, very slowly. "I thought, perhaps, you'd hold "The Thorn Birds" against me," the soul whispered. Peter held his fingers to his lips. "Everybody's got a past in here," he said, smiling.