After a long illness, a woman died and
arrived at the Gates of Heaven. While she was waiting for Saint Peter
to
greet her, she peeked through the Gates. She saw that it was so
beautiful.
Saint Peter came by; the woman said to him "This is such a wonderful place! How do I get in?"
"You have to spell a word", Saint Peter told her.
"Which word?" the woman asked.
"Love."
The woman correctly spelled "Love" and Saint Peter welcomed her into Heaven.
About six months later, Saint Peter came to the woman and asked her
to watch the Gates of Heaven for him
that day. While the woman was
guarding the Gates of Heaven, her husband arrived.
"I'm surprised to see you," the woman said. "How have you been?" "Oh,
I've been doing pretty well since you
died," her husband told her. "I
married the beautiful young nurse who took care of you while you were
ill. And
then I won the lottery. I sold the little house you and I lived
in and bought a big mansion. And my wife and I
traveled all around the
world. We were on vacation and I went water skiing today. I fell, the
ski hit my head,
and here I am. How do I get in?"
"You have to spell a word", the woman told him.
"Which word?" her husband asked.
"Czechoslovakianian."
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