It's about a guy who died and went to Heaven.

When he arrived at the pearly gates, Saint Peter was there to greet him. The man said, "Saint Peter, you gotta help me out here…"

"I'll see what I can do," said St. Peter.

"I’m brand-new," said the man. "I just died. I’m originally from New Jersey. Are there any other dead people from New Jersey you can introduce me to?”

And St. Peter said, "Yeah, the guy over there sitting in the corner there. He’s the greatest songwriter who ever lived."

"No," the man laughed. "That’s Gus! He’s the dry cleaner in the next town over. I knew Gus when we were alive. He’s not a songwriter at all."

And Saint Peter said, "Oh, oh, oh . . . He could have been the greatest songwriter who ever lived, but he chose to be a drycleaner."

"Okay," said the man.

"He was meant to be a songwriter," said St. Peter, "but his doubts got the better of him."

What are you meant to do?

Let's chat about it. Costs you nuthin'.

As always,

Brian