He ascends on a pair of wings to the Pearly Gates. St Peter looks on in amazement at his perfect Sta-Prest creases. Cut to Flat Eric, who cocks his head inquisitively. St Peter wearing Sta-Prest Levis. Greg Moss A hearse pulls up alongside two graves, one large, one small.
Mourners weep as police and press lurk nervously on the fringes.
The hearse pulls away, blaring tell-tale techno, a furry yellow finger bouncing out of one window. One coffin contains a pair of trousers, the other some yellow fur. They celebrate with hotdogs, only to be crushed to death by a falling car, playing a new remix of the Flat Eric anthem. Angel's creases, of course, stay pressed. David Impey Running from the police, our heroes duck into a warehouse where the manufacture of Levi jeans is taking place.