Well, not really. You see, it couldn't be a sad day in Heaven. That was, when you got down to the heart of it all, the problem.

The lacquered ball -- perfectly monogrammed with the letters "JC" in stunning, inlaid gold --had slid with very little ceremony into the left gutter of lane Seven, the Holiest of Holy Lanes in the HolyLanes Bowling Alley, centrally located in the heart of Heaven's Entertainment district.

When Jesus lost the game for his team, the choir of cheubim had let out a sigh… Which resulted in a joyous sound unto the Lord.

Gabriel hated that. Any word, phrase, breath, utterance, or vocalization of any sort made in Heaven resulted in a joyous sound unto the lord. The Lord himself had stated, on many occasions, that he was "all about Joyous Sounds."

The Almighty, in His Infinite Wisdom had decreed it should always be thus, so thus it always was. It was impossible to be unhappy in Heaven… Even a particularly heavy harp, when dropped onto a toe, resulted in a glorious affirmation of the Lord, and all of His Wonder and Might- a sound of intense beauty; grace given wings of voice, and let out to fly.

Sure, it started in the throat as a cry of pain, but it never got to the air that way. God was strict about this policy. And when you are strict and omnipotent, what you say goes. As above, so below.

Gabriel, the Archangel who sat at the Left Hand of the Throne of Light, who was charged with the sacred duty of being the Might of the Lord, was annoyed. Annoyed with being in Heaven, with the sound of harps, with the feel of gossamer. Heaven was beautiful beyond mortal comprehension- it was an endless city of living Light, and breathing Grace, where every square inch was an infinitely compounded, ever replenishing wellspring of Miracle. And all the arcade games had free credits, too.

No one complained in Heaven. There was a big sign in Trinity Square, put up by God Himself, attesting to that fact. It large letters of fire that would burn out the eyes of a mortal man should he somehow find himself there to stare at it, it proclaimed "NO ONE COMPLAINS IN HEAVEN!" Underneath the proclaimation, God had drawn a smiley face; ostensibly to reinforce the statement.

Another sign-this one smaller, as it had not been erected by God, but rather a few crafty seraphim trying to curry favor, said "Smile, You're in HEAVEN!"

There was a smiley face drawn under that one, too. Sycophants, Gabriel thought, and grimaced. Well, he tried to grimace. It came out as a smile.