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"In stormfield we've got a lot of traditions, and if you don't mind I'll tell you a few of them, because I think they belong to the history of the subject. In stormfield, as in all other pleasant lands, I take it, most of the people wear nothing but wings when the weather is hot. Certain it is, none but the spirits of the very old wear clothing, and they are the most conspicuous. Any time you can see an archangel you can tell him by the extraordinary size and beauty of his wings, and the long, loose-flowing snow-white tail of comets he drags after him when he is in a hurry – he's the only body that travels that way. The tail is made of the souls of departed infants, but that don't matter, they're innocent, anyway, and it ain't their fault. The more children a man has had, the prettier his tail is; it glistens like a chandelier."This excerpt showcases Mark Twain's characteristic humor and irreverence, as well as his unique take on the afterlife and the concept of heaven. The story follows Captain Stormfield's adventures in heaven after his untimely death and provides a humorous and satirical perspective on the traditional notions of the afterlife.