A bunch of scrap metal dealers are all killed together in a bus accident… They end up at the pearly gates and are greeted by St. Peter. Peter: What are you guys supposed to be? A big dirty guy in the crowd: We’re scrap metal dealers! Peter: How come there are so many of you? Big guy: We were at a scrap metal convention and were killed on the same bus. Peter: This is highly unusual. I better go check with the boss. Peter leaves the group waiting and goes to see God on his throne. Peter: Dear Lord, there are about 50 scrap metal dealers at the gates and they all want in. God: Fifty? Oh no, that’s way too many. Go back and pick the 10 or 12 best of the bunch and send the others away. So off St. Peter runs towards the gates, but a moment later he is standing back in front of God with a horrified look on his face. Peter: They’re gone! God: what do you mean gone? Where could they all go? Peter: No, the pearly gates! They’re gone!