"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports care wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails, from helping to weed someones garden. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." -Marjorie Pay Hinckley