...if, when he died, he found out all the stories about death and heaven and hell were true. There'd be George riding some golden escalator up towards the light saying, "Holy shit!"

But he never was an idiot, our George, so it was with presence of mind he found himself, wisps of clouds around his feet, standing before St. Peter looking down at him from some great desk. Saint Peter said, "George me son, you surely said some shit, didn't you."

George replied, "Yeah OK, I did. Still, I was honest if nothing else. it wasn't like I was some monster pretending to be wholesome or anything. I wasn't Bill Cosby!"

St. Peter says, "Fair enough. You lived quite the reverse of that. I mean you did narrate the Thomas the Tank Engine stories for the Yank kids. C'mon in, then."

"Oh, by the way. there are seven words you can't say here...."

GRIN!