Mr Jack, a hospice story

Mr Jack is lying in bed with his eyes shut.  I reach over and touch his hand and say, "Jack, are you awake?"  He opens his eyes and and smiles not only with his lips but with his eyes and says, "You know being dead isn't that bad."  I say, "Really? How do you know?"  With a deep set frown he says, "Are you telling me I am not dead?"  We both laugh and he asks to sit up.  As I push the up button and the head of the bed rises he continues to smile.  "Comfy?" I ask.  He nods and replies, "I should of known I wasn't really dead. You don't have your wings on.  When I wake up and you have on your wings I will know I am really dead."  I laugh and ask him what makes him think I have wings that I can just pop off and on.  He smiles again and winks at me.  "I saw them the first day you came to visit me. Remember?  I told you I wasn't ready to die.  You said "Good." "And you been picking on me every since."  I laughed and said, "It is my job."  He replies, "I know." and  he  pointed to a booklet on the nightstand.  I picked it up and started to handed it to him.  Jack shakes his head and says, "Read the first sentance in the second paragragh, out loud."   I read, "Angels sometimes war as well as woo and blight as well as bless."  He smiles at me and and says, "There you go."