An angel had descended uninvited via a system of ropes and pulleys. “Who would you rescue,” the angel asked the first few men he met, “if you could rescue only one – your wife or your children?” He beat and kicked the men to get them to answer. I covered my eyes. Others less resilient chose suicide. “I’d much prefer to be drinking coffee,” the angel commented, but then invented jokey epitaphs for their tombstones.