From Pure Souls 2:A set of instructions about depositing Jerry’s soul in Marc’s expired body appeared out of nowhere, scrawled on the backside of a “Wish you were here” postcard showing pictures of Rome.
“God sends postcards?” Riona had asked.
Ramiel had grunted and shrugged. “He collects them. Given his status, you know, creating the Heavens and Earth and QVC and everything, we allow him some unquestioned eccentricities. You think he stopped being weird after coming up with the platypus?”