Disclaimer: The BBC owns Doctor Who but I wish I did
St Peter stood at the gates of heaven.
"And what is your given name?" he asked the woman stood before him.
"Donna. Donna Noble" she replied; her head held high despite her nervousness.
"What have you achieved in your life, Donna Noble?" he continued.
"Nothing. Nothing of any importance. I got married. Does that count?" Donna asked.
"Oh, I think you have achieved a lot more than that, Donna Noble." St Peter smiled, as he ran his finger down a list in his majestic book. "I know some people who will be very pleased to see you again."
"Really. Come Donna Noble, friend and saviour."
And with that, she was surrounded by the most exquisite song she had ever heard… well, she had heard it before…. But it was an awfully long time ago.