The Angel of Death Meets Homer Simpson

A 'Touched by an Angel' / 'The Simpsons' crossover Story

By: Yvette Jessen


There was another accident at Mr. Burns' power plant, and of course Homer's at fault for it...

The entire room where Homer was working was filled with smoke, the lights bleeping and doing the usual things they do when there's an emergency. Andrew came down the hall to see all the people frantically running out of the building, their faces etched in fear.

Rather than saving himself and getting out of the room filled with smoke, Homer Simpson is scrounging around looking for his box of doughnuts.

'Homer, can you hear me?" Andrew appeared and asked as the power plant begins to go into meltdown. The Angel of Death continues to ask himself why Homer is still in this room, and what on earth could be so important that he would be willing to sacrifice life and limb for it?

Homer turns and sees a man and he's glowing. "Oh my God," he shrieks, "He's radioactive! Get away from me, Radioactive Man. Go pester Bart, he's the one with your picture posted all over his bedroom walls. He's the one who gets into this kind of stuff." He paused and looked at the angel, he looked pretty harmless, sort of a cross between the reverend at the church and his neighbor, Ned Flanders. "Are you going to blast me?"

"Homer, you don't understand, I'm not radioactive, and I can't blast anyone," Andrew objected as a sigh emerged. "I'm here to help you. I'm an angel sent from God."

"If you want to help me, Radioactive Man, then find my doughnuts so I can get out of here," Homer mumbled as though he didn't hear a single word Andrew had said.

"Homer, forget the doughnuts, if you don't get out of here, I'm going to be your Angel of Death and I'll have to take you home," Andrew said urgently.

"Well, my car's been giving me trouble, so maybe it would be nice if you could give me a lift. What kind of wheels do you have?" Homer asks and it is almost as though Andrew is watching this human try to add two and two together. The brain is just not working here!!!

The Angel of Death glances skyward, "Father, please help with this one, I don't know how to get him out of here. Maybe you could tell me where Homer's doughnuts are so that I can persuade him to leave this place? Or is he supposed to die and leave Marge, Bart, Lisa, and Maggie alone?"

Homer is still scrounging around looking and all the sudden he knocks over another photo, this one falls to the floor and he can see that Marge's image float through his mind. "Marge," he mumbles.

"Homer, please listen to me," Andrew begins again. "If you don't leave this place, you won't see your wife and children for a very long time, at least not until they die and go to heaven. I'm an angel, Homer, I was sent from God to help you, but I can't help you if you don't listen to me."

Homer looked at him, he was starting to turn green in the face, "I don't feel so good."

"I know, come on, Homer, I'll buy you some doughnuts if that's what it takes for you to walk out of here. Please, come with me, but don't sacrifice your family for this," Andrew pleaded with him and his eyes filled with tears. This was like suicide, he shrugged his shoulders as he watched Homer process his plea.

"You will?" Homer asked. "OK, then let's get out of here."

"Thank you Father," Andrew prayed as Homer left the room and he followed him out. True to his word, the Angel of Death and Homer drove first to the local doughnut shop and Andrew bought the biggest box of doughnuts that they could find.

"OOoooooh, doughnuts!" Homer exclaimed excitedly as Andrew handed him the large box.

Finally, as Andrew drove Homer back to his house, he was almost sickened when he saw how quickly Homer was devouring the doughnuts. But, as an angel, he always kept his word.

As he pulled to the curb in front of Homer's house another voice emerged. "Were you going to drink the Coffee?" Homer turned around to see Monica was now sitting in the back seat.

Homer shook his head, it seemed that he was not interested in the coffee at all, so Andrew handed the styrofoam cup to his friend, and watched as Homer went inside the house and closed the door.



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