I remember one time around Easter I was partying with a group of friends.
There was Mary of Magda Lane, John, Anna (who always wore pantyhose) and myself.
It was a Saturday night and we were hitting up all the pubs on the Jeru side of Salem.

We got so drunk that in the wee hours of the morning, we were crawling on hands and knees wasted drunk. My hands still hurt...Talk about a palm Sunday.

All of a sudden, John collapsed and we couldn't get him to wake up.
The girls start freaking out and I'm trying to wake him up.
As the Anna runs off to get some help, John starts to regain consciousness and wakes up. So I yell out....
Hose Anna he has risen!