What are you doing up here.
Let me see now, I died, and now I’m entering heaven.
Oh, no you’re not, I’ve already spoken to Peter about you, and you’re not getting in.
Who the hell is Peter.
Saint Peter, the gatekeeper, and the keeperer out.
I thought you started afresh when you entered heaven.
Not to people who sleep with their wives\' sister.
I explained that to you, we were testing the bed.
And you had to be naked to do that.
Yes, it was a water bed, and you had to be naked to test it, plus, it was a present for your 40th.
I was 37 at the time.
I know that, but it was new to the market at that particular time.
Strange how you both still used it when I died.
How do you know that.
Peter and I were watching you, collecting evidence.
That is disgusting, voyeurism from above, do you not have decency laws up here.
You did things with her, you never did with me.
Yeah, but that was only because you were so house-proud, swinging on the chandeliers would have freaked you out.
You two definitely deserved each other.
Where is the sympathy for your poor sister in her time of need, sleeping all alone in that big bed.
Oh, she’s not alone, she’s with your brother.
What, I don’t believe you, I’ll need to see this through your celestial telly, and I’m telling you now, if I find he’s in bed with your sister, there is no way he’s coming up here when he dies, the cad.
Oh, I can just see me and Peter laughing at this during our Harp recital.
Amen.