A woman died and found herself standing outside the Pearly Gates, being greeted by St. Peter.
She asked him,
“Oh, is this place what I really think it is? It’s so beautiful. Did I really make it to heaven?”
To which St. Peter replied,
“Yes, my dear, these are the Gates to Heaven. But you must do one more thing before you can enter.”
The woman was very excited and asked St. Peter what she must do to pass through the gates.
“Spell a word,” St. Peter replied.
“What word?” she asked.
“Any word,” answered St. Peter. “It’s your choice.”
The woman promptly replied,
“Then the word I will spell is love. L-o-v-e.”
St. Peter congratulated her on her good fortune to have made it to Heaven and asked her if she would mind taking his place at the gates for a few minutes while he took a break.
“I’d be honoured,” she said, “but what should I do if someone comes while you are gone?”
St. Peter reassured her and instructed the woman simply have any newcomers to the Pearly Gates to spell a word as she had done.
So the woman is left sitting in St. Peter’s chair and watching the beautiful angels soaring around her, when low and behold, a man approaches the gates, and she
realizes it is her husband.
“What happened?” she cried,
“Why are you here?”
Her husband stared at her for a moment, then said,
“Well, I was so distraught over your passing that I had a heart attack and died. I can’t believe I’m here, but it’s so good to see you again. Did I really make it to Heaven?”
To which the woman replied, “Yes, but you have to spell a word to get in.”
“What word?” he asked.
She paused for a moment, smiled, and said, “Czechoslovakia.”
