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Getting To Heaven

A woman arrived at the Gates of Heaven. While she was waiting for Saint Peter
to greet her, she peeked through the gates. She saw a beautiful banquet table.
Sitting all around were her parents and all the other people she had loved and
who had died before her.

They saw her and began calling greetings to her.

"Hello - How are you! We've been waiting for you! Good to see you."

When 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 a year 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 multi-state lottery. I sold the little house you and I lived in and bought a huge
mansion. And my new wife and I traveled all around the world. While we were on
vacation in Cancun and I went water skiing today. I fell and hit my head, and here
I am. What a bummer! How do I get in?"

"You have to spell a word," the woman told him.

"Which word?" her husband asked.

"Czechoslovakia."
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