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The day finally arrived. Forest Gump dies and goes to Heaven.

He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However,
the gates are closed, and Forest approaches the gatekeeper.

St. Peter said, "Well, Forest, it is certainly good to see you. We
have heard a lot about you. I must tell you, though, that the
place is filling up fast, and we have been administering an
entrance examination for everyone. The test is short, but you
have to pass it before you can get into Heaven."

Forest responds, "It sure is good to be here, St. Peter, sir. But
nobody ever told me about any entrance exam. I sure hope
the test ain't too hard. Life was a big enough test as it was."

St. Peter continued, "Yes, I know, Forest, but the test is only
three questions.
First: What two days of the week begin with the letter T?
Second: How many seconds are there in a year?
Third: What is the first name of the Son of God?"

Forest leaves to think the questions over. He returns the
next day and sees St. Peter, who waves him up, and says,
"Now that you have had a chance to think the questions
over, tell me your answers."

Forest replied, "Well, the first one -- which two days in the
week begins with the letter T? Shucks, that one is easy.
That would be Today and Tomorrow."

The Saint's eyes opened wide and he exclaimed, "Forest,
that is not what I was thinking, but you do have a point,
and I guess I did not specify, so I will give you credit for
that answer. How about the next one? How many seconds
in a year?" asked St. Peter.

"Now that one is harder," replied Forest, "but I thunk and
I thunk about that, and I guess the only answer can be
twelve."

Astounded, St. Peter said, "Twelve? Twelve? Forest, how
in Heaven's name could you come up with twelve seconds
in a year?"

Forest replied, "Shucks, there's got to be twelve: January
2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd..."

"Hold it," interrupts St. Peter. "I see where you are going
with this, and I see your point, though that was not quite
what I had in mind... but I will have to give you credit for
that one, too. Let us go on with the third and final question.
Can you tell me the first name of the Son of God?"

"Sure," Forest replied, "it's Andy."

"Andy?" exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St Peter.
"OK, I can understand how you came up with your answers
to my first two questions, but just how in the world did you
come up with the name Andy as the first name of the Son
of God?"

[You are going to love this ...]

"Shucks, that was the easiest one of all," Forest replied. "I
learnt it from the song, ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS
WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN."

St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates, and said: "Run, Forest, run."
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