Originally Posted by Lord Nikon

A Welshman stood at the pearly gates, his head was bent and low. He meekly asked the man of fate the way that he should go. "what have you done" St Peter said "to gain admission here" "I merely mined for coal" he said "for many, many a year" St Peter opened wide the gate and softly tolled the bell "come in and choose your harp" he said.... "you've had your share of hell".