In an effort to lighten the mood somewhat today, I offer this treat which I just received from a bandmate: A guitarist was killed in a car crash on his way to a gig. When he arrived at the Pearly Gates he said to St Peter that he was on his way to a gig at his old friend, Stan "The Man" Flann's place and there were hundreds of people waiting to hear him play. St. Peter, being a caring sort, gave him permission to return for one last gig. Guitars not being available in heaven, he was given a standard issue heavenly harp. This he was told had to be returned to St. Peter on his return. Well, you can imagine that he made the most of his borrowed time back on earth, so when he came to return, he was somewhat worse for wear. When he arrived back at the Pearly Gates St. Peter asked him for the harp. But, of course, he'd forgotten it. "Sorry St Peter", he said, "I left my harp in Stan Flann's Disco!"