Well, St. Peter has been trying to book him for the Heavenly
Irish Festival (you know, the one with no ceilidh bands composed
of 18 accordions, 25 fiddles, and 90 tin-whistles all playing in
dis-unison, and no stands selling bright green plastic derby hats,
and where the soda bread has no raisins in) for quite some time
now, but he'd never agreed to come.

This year, he'll be headlining, along with a bunch of his old
band-mates. Tom Clancy was probably getting tired of reciting
from Finnegan's Wake without Tommy cackling in the background.

Let's just hope the Celestial Choir doesn't take him too literally
when he says "Let's all join hands and contact the living."