Michael was in Hell. The one from that world anyway. The angels from our world probably wouldn't unless they had to mingle, actually, they didn't until the First Apocalypse. But - if they want a body, they have to ask a human. Nephilim don't, our bodies are our own. I grew up - maybe ten or twenty seconds after I was born.
Well, death kinda negates that title and he certainly didn't pass it on to only child. Excellent. We'll probably get along. Maybe.