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 saβ¦