Fiction: the exact status of angels

There had been a grave debate in the servants' hall about the exact status of angels. Even Mr. Blenkinsop, the butler, had been uncertain. "Angels are certainly not guests," he had said, "and I don't think they are deputations. Nor they ain't governesses either, nor clergy not strictly speaking; they're not entertainers, because entertainers dine nowadays, the more's the pity."
"I believe they're decorators," said Mrs. Blouse, "Or else charitable workers."
"Charitable workers are governesses, Mrs. Blouse. There is nothing to be gained by multiplying social distinctions indefinitely. Decorators are either guests or workmen."
After further discussion the conclusion was reached that angels were nurses, and that became the official ruling of the household. But the second footman was of the opinion that they were just "young persons," pure and simple, "and very nice too," for nurses cannot, except in very rare cases, be winked at, and clearly angels could.
-- Vile Bodies, Evelyn Waugh