Biff got halfway through his opening sentence of "Today we're going to talk about--" when lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone out from him, and his hair looked like a shampoo ad.
And Biff was sore annoyed.
"Azriel?"
The blonde man in the dress robes nodded his head placidly.
"I'm kind of in the middle of something," Biff said testily.
Azriel looked confused. It was not an uncommon expression for him. "The Son said to see you immediately."
"When did he say that?" Biff asked.
"...March?" Azriel replied.
Biff restrained himself from beating either himself or the angel. "Well, you're here now," he grumbled. "In my classroom. Terrifying my students." He waved his hand towards the angel. "Class, meet Azriel, former angel of death, current pain in my ass. Every dumb blond joke in the world started because of this guy."
Azriel gave him a sour look that disappeared almost immediately. "I would be happy to answer your questions," he said.
Agnus Dei -
Rufus Wainwright