In today's Sunday Times Magazine Christopher Buckley has an affectionate, funny, poignant piece on his parents Patricia and William Buckley. Here is the ending:

Recently, I was driving behind a belchy city bus and suddenly found myself thinking, not for the first time, about whether Pup is in heaven. He spent so much of his life on his knees in church, so much of his life doing the right thing by so many people, a thousand acts of generosity. I hesitate to put it this way, but Im dying of curiosity: how did it turn out, Pup? Were you right, after all? Is there a heaven? Is Mum there with you? Grumbling, almost certainly, about the inedible food, and saying, Bill, youve got to speak to that absurd St. Peter creature about getting Christopher in I mean, its all too ridiculous for words.