A man dies and goes to heaven. An angel is showing him around and leads him to a room of beds. “You can pick any bed you want” the angel says “they are all really comfortable but whenever someone who is living remembers you, you must flip over in your sleep.” The man looks around. “All right” he says, “I’ll take the bed near those two fans.” “Those aren’t fans” says the angel, “those are Vasily Ivanovich and Petka.”