Pope John Paul dies of old age and finds himself at the gates of Heaven at 0300.
He knocks on the gate and a very sleepy-eyed watchman opens the gate and asks, “Wadda you want?”
“I’m the recently deceased Pope and have done 63 years of Godly works on Earth. The watchman checks his clipboard and says, “I have no special orders for you here, just bring your stuff and we’ll sort this out in the morning.”
He leads the Pope to an old WWII barracks, 3rd floor, open bay. All the bottom racks are taken and all empty lockers have no doors.
The Pope stows his gear under a rack and climbs into an upper bunk.
The next morning he awakens to sounds of cheering and clapping. He goes to the window and sees a flashy Rolls Royce.
The cloudwalks are lined with saints and angels cheering and tossing confetti. In the back seat of the Rolls sits a Submariner, cigar in his mouth, a bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale in each hand, and his tattoo covered arms around two voluptuous blonde Angels with magnificent halos.
This very much disturbs the Pope so he runs downstairs to the Master-at-Arms Angel’s Office and says, My son what is going on here?
How could you put me, a Pope with 63 years of Godly deeds, in a plain old barracks room
while this Submariner, who must’ve committed every sin known and unknown to man is staying in a mansion on the hill and getting a hero’s welcome. How can this be?”
The Master at Arms Angel calmly looks up and says,
“We get a Pope up here every 20 or 30 years, but this is the first time we have ever received a real Submariner.
I’m unable to verify my source for this story but I’m assured its true, and since the arrival of the first Submariner in Heaven, The Master at Arms Angel has encouraged all Submariners to apply!!
God Bless and keep reading