All arrivals in heaven have to go through a bureaucratic examination to determine whether admission will be granted. One room has a clerk who inputs computerized records of what each applicant did on his or her last day of life.
The first applicant of the day explains that his last day was not a good one. “I came home early and found my wife lying naked in bed. She claimed she had just gotten out of the shower. Well, her hair was dry and I checked the shower and it was completely dry, too. I knew she was into some hanky-panky and I began to look for her lover. I went onto the balcony of our 9th floor apartment and found the SOB clinging to the rail by his finger-tips. I was so angry that I began bashing his fingers with a flower pot. He let go and fell, but his fall was broken by some awnings and bushes. On seeing he was still alive, I found super human strength to drag our antique cedar chest to the balcony and throw it over. It hit the man and killed him. At this point the stress got to me and I suffered a massive heart attack and died.”
The clerk thanked him and sent him on to the next office.
The second applicant said that his last day was his worst. “I was on the roof of an apartment building working on the AC equipment. I stumbled over my tools and toppled off the building. I managed to grab onto the balcony rail of a 9th floor apartment but some idiot came rushing out on the balcony and bashed my hands with a flower pot. I fell, but hit some awnings and bushes and survived, but as I looked up I saw a huge chest falling toward me. I tried to crawl out of the way but failed and was hit and killed by the chest.”
The clerk couldn’t help but chuckle as he directs the man to the next room.
He is still giggling when his third customer of the day enters. He apologizes and says “I doubt that your last day was as interesting as the fellow in here just before you.”
“I don’t know” replies the man, “picture this, I’m butt naked, hiding
in this cedar chest . . . . . . . . . . ”
This one has Nancy L written all over it. Good to have you back with us again Nance!
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Is there no sign in Heaven that says “No entry to dumbos”?
Padmini, you will have to wait until I get there to discover that answer! After all nobody has ever come back to tell us what it is really like!
Too funny and probably true. Dianne
It was funny!
It’s always safer to do your deed (good or bad) on the 1st floor.
Mayo, was it Rummy taught you that?
Mayo, you are telling me? I make it the ground floor.
Ramana, Americans call the ground floor, the first floor.
I should have known! They have to be different.
Talking about rushing to the slightly wrong assumption….. funny!!! 😉
Never a good idea!
If those are the people gett’n in, I got this made!
You and me too!
Hilarious!! Thanks for the laugh.
Glad you enjoyed it!
Life is funny. So is death.
Life is certainly funny and I have yet to experience death, but watching loved ones and friends dying is certainly not my idea of fun.
So get funny and get into a chest!
You talking to Maria or me?
Here is another “Getting into Heaven” story.
St Peter was standing at the Pearly Gates deciding who was and who was not allowed into Heaven. Then, two really disreputable looking guys showed up and asked to be let in. St. Peter looked at them and said, “I’ll have to ask the Boss about you two.” He went to Jesus and told him about the terrible looking thugs and Jesus said, “Look, this is Heaven and everyone is welcome. Go back and let them in.”
In a few minutes, St. Peter is back and tells the Lord, “They’re gone.”
The Lord says,”Who, those two guys?”
St. Peter says, “No, the PEARLY GATES.”
Nancy L, You are a treasure trove of stories. I did not expect that answer!
I didn’t see that one coming. Very clever.
Both of Nancy’s stories caught me out this time.