A Woman Gets To Call The Shots At The Pearly Gates

They occasionally say that everyone desires to go to heaven but no person desires to die. I assume that is actual, and it could be a part of the purpose why jokes approximately death and going to heaven are frequently the funniest. a lot of them involve standing at the pearly gates and inviting human beings into heaven in a few manner or another. a very good comic story will regularly have a take a look at concerned, one which clearly shall we the man or woman at the pearly gates decide whether the person can are available or now not. We see something comparable inside the following funny story. It entails a girl who has the opportunity to name the photographs on the pearly gates with the funniest outcomes. A woman died and went to heaven… She got to the pearly gates to find an angel waiting. “What do I have to do to get in,” she asked. “You just have to spell a word,” the angel replied. “That doesn’t sound bad, what word do I have to spell?” “Love.” Relieved, the woman quickly fired off, “L-O-V-E”. The angel nodded and opened the gate. Many months passed and one day the angel guarding the gate approached the woman and asked if she would mind watching the gate for the day. The woman agreed and assumed her post. While she’s there, a man approached the gate, and it was none other than her husband! “Oh, my love!,” she cried, “What has happened to you so soon?” “My dear, I was a wreck the day you left me. I fell into a deep depression that couldn’t be beaten. When you were in that accident, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I could do nothing but mourn for you,” he said. “I hope you eventually were able to move on and not live with that pain for too long,” she consoled. “Actually,” he replied, “There was a nurse that took wonderful care of you, and me as well!” “We eventually became very close, and she helped me so much. I eventually asked her to marry me. We were on our honeymoon when I got into a terrible skiing accident.” “That’s why I’m here! so… what do I have to do to get in?” “You simply have to spell a word,” she informed him. “That’s it? What a relief! What word do I have to spell,” he inquired. She replied, “Baccalaureate.”