One day St. Peter had to go on some very important business,

One day St. Peter had to go on some very important business, so he left a
minor saint in charge of the Pearly Gates and instructed him to get proof
of identity before he let anyone in. So the minor saint was sitting around
when Beethoven arrived. "You can't get in without proof," said the saint.
So Beethoven pulled up a piano and banged out his 9th symphony as it was
really meant to be played. "Okay," said the saint, "You're in." A few light
years later, up came Einstein. "Prove to me you're Albert Einstein," said
the saint. Einstein proceeded to thoroughly explain the theory of relativity.
"Okay," said the saint, "You're in." Shortly thereafter, Dan Quayle came
strolling along, wanting to be let through the gates of Heaven. "I need proof
of identity," said the saint. "But," sputtered Quayle, "I was the vice presi-
dent of the United States!" "Sorry," said the sympathetic saint," but every-
one needs proof. Even Beethoven and Albert Einstein needed proof." "Who?"
said Quayle. "Okay," said the saint, "You're in."