A guitarist dies and goes to Heaven. St Peter shows him around. First he takes him to Jimi Hendrix's room. The great man is out on show but Peter's sure he won't mind him playing around on his Strat if he doesn't break a string. Then Peter takes him to Vai's room and he's slightly amused by the wallpaper with "ME ME ME " written all over it etc. fiddles around with his Jem 7.
Then the guy asks him where Malmsteem is and St. Peter tells him "Sorry mate, bad news.. He went the other way".
But later that night he hears this searing Harmonic Minor Run and some massive sweeps and thinks "That's gotta be Malmsteem". He asks St. Peter about it the next day and he says "Shhh... don't tell God, he thinks he's Malmsteem!"
If I couldn't laugh at myself how could I laugh at someone less ridiculous?