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(This dramatic episode opens on a bright and warm heavenly runway. President Ford descends the steps of the Afterlife Air Force One. James Brown waits to greet him. President Ford trips and falls to the ground.)

James: Get up! Get on up!

Gerry: Ohhh…where am I?

James: Your soul is full of soul and we got to roll. What took you so long? I been waitin’ since Christmas for you to get here. Ha! (spins)

Gerry: I had to talk to Saint Peter about my remarks to NYC. Of course, he was going to let me in anyway, but I still had a lot of explaining to do. Apparently, he’s a Knicks fan.

James: Well dust yourself off, my man. We got to get you some rhinestones or something. Can’t meet Jesus wearin’ polyester.

Gerry: Seems a bit strang...you helping me through the afterlife.

James: Ain’t no thing but a chicken wing. You know I supported Richard Nixon, ha! Besides, class and race ain’t suppose to matter so much up here, though some people hold onto all that. Oh, take this manly advice: Steer clear of J Edgar Hoover.