He had heard it all before: the guilt ridden confessions, the tales of endless cycles of sordid, iniquitous doings. It was his job and his calling, he was a priest after all. The difference was that in this instance the confessional was empty and he spoke to himself, seeking absolution. But, finding he couldn’t forgive himself or find a suitable penance he took it to his Superior, the Giver of all Laws, and pleaded his case there.
He got a recorded message. It turned out Heaven was closed for essential maintenance.