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A pudgy man wearing a black frock coat, top hat, white gloves, and spats desperately clings to the edge of a cloud, assisted by a pair of tiny wings, as angry shouts emanate from the ground below, and objects are hurled up at him. Standing in the doorway to heaven, St. Peter encourages the man, saying, "Welcome home bo'! Your harp is waiting!"

"Come, enter quick," St. Peter then replied;
"Heaven's joys to such as you are not denied."

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