The Pope died and as he approached the pearly gates, St. Peter greeted him with a big hug and said, "Welcome, your holiness, your dedication and unselfishness in serving your fellow man during life has earned you great stature in heaven. You may pass through the gates without delay and are granted free access to all parts of heaven. Is there anything which you may desire?"
"Well, yes," the Pope replied. "I have often pondered some of the mysteries which have puzzled and confounded theologians through the ages. Are there perhaps any transcripts which record the actual prophechies of old? I would love to see what was actually said, without the dimming memories over time."
St. Peter immediately ushered the Pope to the heavenly library and explained how to retrieve the various documents. The Pope was thrilled and settled down to review the history of man's relationship with God.
But a short time later, a scream of anguish pierced the stacks of the library. Immediately, several of the Saints and Angels came running. There they found the Pope pointing to a single word on a parchment, repeating over and over, "There's an 'R', there's an 'R'! It's 'celebrate', not 'celibate!'"
..and a bonus joke:
A chicken and an egg are lying in bed. The chicken is leaning back smoking a cigarette, with a satisfied smile on his face.
The egg, looking a bit annoyed, rolls over, and says, “Well, I guess we finally answered *THAT* question.”



