If you envision heaven as a big mud-wrasslin' ring, then it's not a leap to imagine that St. Peter has scheduled a match between Karl Marx and Sam Walton, the founder of Wal-Mart and the man responsible for scenes like this one, captured by the intrepidly unironic folks at the New York Times.
These members of the masses above, and millions like them, all woke up when it was still dark to go down and wait for the doors to be opened at dawn.
More and more, words fail me.