After Dark

Eileen O'Shaughnessy showed up at the gate and the responsible angel in charge stared her down, unconvinced. He scanned her aura and pointed her towards a door that said "WASTED LIVES" for processing.
"But I didn't waste my life!" Eileen protested, bewildered.
"That's for the officials to decide, ma'm, not me," the angel commented distracted, already looking away to signal she had exhausted the time he was willing to spend with her.
"But I didn't waste my life," she whispered to herself, while another angel, in charge of processing, waved her to come in.
"Did you fill out your forms?"
'Forms?' she thought. 'There are forms?'
"Of course," the angel frowned impatiently. "Forms 330 and 275, didn't anybody notify you?"