Long live the pope
The Pope dies and, naturally, goes to heaven. He’s met by the reception
committee and, after a whirlwind tour is told that he can enjoy any of the
myriad recreations available.
He decides that he wants to read all of the ancient original text of the Holy
Scriptures, and spends the next eon or so learning the languages. After becoming
a linguistics master, he sits down in the library and begins to pore over every
version of the Bible, working back from the most recent “Easy Reading” to the
All of a sudden there is a scream in the library. The angels come running to
him, only to find the Pope huddled in a chair, crying to himself, and muttering,
“An ‘R’! They left out the ‘R'”.
God takes him aside, offering comfort and asks him what the problem is. After
collecting his wits, the Pope sobs again, “It’s the letter ‘R’… the word was
supposed to be CELEBRATE”