2003-02-25 - 5:03 p.m.

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Gothic statue ofSt. Michael slaying the devil, with wings, very dramatic, �900.

Oh, Mickey you're so fine

St Michael, as well as being the patron saint of quality instant meals for one, was also one of the archangels.

These were the big cheeses of the Cherubic community, and undoubtedly had the fluffiest wings and the biggest, shiniest harps. Michael seemingly got the rough end of the celestial stick with his angelic tasks, though. All Gabriel had to do was let Mary know that she was unexpectedly up the duff, which, granted, was socially awkward, while Raphael lucked out even more, simply having to heal Jacob's thigh after he'd been wrestling with another of the angels. Michael? He gets charged with casting the metaphysical embodiment of ultimate evil out of heaven. Where's the justice in that? Still, at least there was a touch more infamy in it for him, and now he's remembered every time someone buys a microwaveable veggie lasagne, or invests in a statuesque little number like this.