An Englishman dies of natural causes

on a Sunday morning and finds himself standing at the Pearly Gates

. He rings the Bell which chines out the Refrain from Mull of Kintyre - St Peter

arrives at the Gate followed by two Archangels - all three wearing kilts and full Highland Regalia. "Aye, Laddie and what can we be doing for you?"
"Well, St Peter, I've led a good life, always been honest, never cheated on the wife, always paid my taxes, worked hard on get on in Life and feel that I should be allowed to spend eternity in Heaven."
"Hold on there Chief!" Responds Peter "Is that an English accent I detect?"
"Yes, I was born in Kensington and worked hard enough to buy a nice house in Esher."
"Och , you're in the wrong place

- just you get yourself downstairs to join Beelzebubb

- We have a real Sunday lunch here - Haggis, Mashed Turnip and Creamed Potatoes - We dinna have the time or the inclination to be making Roast Beef for One!"