It was a long day at the gates of heaven, and St Peter was ready to go home The final man in line walked up. He was a little man, wearing a tuxedo which looked like it had been scorched, and he was holding a golden baton. The man's appearance was otherwise unremarkable, but for the gigantic, shit eating smile on his face. "What happened to you, sir?" "I got hit by lightning in the middle of the 5th Symphony." "Well that's shocking. I have to ask... why are you smiling?" "I can finally say ‘screw you, Luther!’” "Who's Luther?" "He's the first chair violinist, and he hated me." "So why does this effect Luther?" "He always said I was a bad conductor, and now I have proved him wrong! Screw you, Luther!”