Satan is paying a
diplomatic visit to St. Peter. They sip tea
together in St. Peter's palatial office, and
Satan gazes out of the wall-sized window at the
cloudscape beyond with its bewinged,
behaloed and beharped inhabitants. He
spots Joan of Arc, Mother Teresa,
Morecambe and Wise, Alan Turing,
— "You've got Tamburlaine? He's meant to be one of ours."
— "Head Office computerised our accounting functions. They sacked the Recording Angel and replaced him by a cumulated–sin-score spreadsheet. But the Excel developer missed some cells out of the SUM range. It's fixed now, but no-one noticed the bug for years —"
He gestures, and Satan sees Pol Pot, Genghis Khan, Vlad the Impaler, Milošević, ...