The old ones, perhaps slightly customised, are best. Paddy Irishman dies suddenly in his sleep and goes straight to heaven. On his very first trip to the heavenly canteen, he's just about to tuck into his fatted calf when, looking about him, he spots a familiar face at the top table. A curly-haired chap in a crumpled suit and an open-necked shirt appears to be dominating proceedings at the table, engaging all around him in what has all the appearances of a gang-interrogation. The man spits out questions and responses with an air of exasperation and heavy sarcasm.