Technicalities. That's how this tortured one keeps coming to my office. That's the conclusion I've come to after investigating this case. Hell rejects the goody goodies, and Heaven rejects anyone who deliberately ends his life prematurely. 

The trouble is, this soul seems to desire Heaven, but also has chronic terminal depression. So, in every life he's lived, he does his best. Seriously; if Heaven would just make an exception to their suicide clause, this guy would probably own several mansions!

In his first life, he deliberately got himself martyred during the Reformation. There are multiple churches built in his honor, but since he chose the fire, Heaven denied him entry. 

In his second life, he was a cat. The guy used his body mass to fling a child away from a horse carriage, and he got himself run over in the process. 

In his third life, he was human again. The guy ran into a burning building and saved a child, but died afterwards from smoke inhalation. 

Fourth life; he was a dog. Rescued a drowning victim and drowned himself. 

Fifth life; human again. Threw himself on a grenade. 

Sixth life; squirrel. Saved a toddler from rabid raccoon. Died from infection. 

Seventh life; human again. This time, he lived to sixty-three, but took poisoned medicine to save a relative. 

I look up from my paperwork. This old soul in front of me has crying eyes, but is smiling for my sake. I feel like I'm guilty just by being in his presence. I'm at a loss for what to do; I don't have override authority. There's no appeal process that I can use for him. 

So, I do the only thing I can for him. I haven't done this in millennia. I summon my books and refresh my memory. 

Looks like the world is getting one last unicorn.