A bus load of pykies goes over a cliff (whoopee!) and when they get to the pearly gates, St Peter says, "Sorry guys, but we don't have enough room, 10 of you will have to go down to purgatory. You'll have to decide amongst yourselves." So the pykies start to squabble and when St Peter can take no more he says, "Ok, ok, I'll go have a word with the boss." He goes to see God - "Err. Excuse me god, we've got a bus load of pykies outside the gates and not enough space, can you come down and have a word with them?" God agrees and heads with St Peter back towards the gates. When they get closer, St Peter exclaims, "What the hell?! They've gone!" God, "What? All 40 of them?" St Peter - "Not the pykies... the fucking gates!"