I have a friend whose arms and legs are covered in tattoos. He's been systematically removing them for three months now, sparing no expense and willing to endure further pain just to get rid of them. The thing is, six months ago, he was in an accident and was officially dead for 40 seconds until doctors restarted his heart. While he was unconscious, he actually saw a stairway to heaven, climbed it, but at the very gates, "over-muscled angels" stopped him and beat the shit out of him for his bad tattoos.