[PSUBS-MAILIST] The Pope and submarines

[Coalbunny <coalbunny@vcn.com>]

The Pope 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 ya want?"

"I'm the recently deceased Pope and have done 63 years of Godly work and
thought I should check in here."

The watchman checks his clipboard and says, "I ain't got no orders for
you here-- just bring your stuff and we'll sort this all out in the
morning."

They go to an old World War II-style barracks, third 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 gets
up and goes to a window and sees a flashy Jaguar convertible parading
down the clouds from the golden headquarters building. The sidewalks are
lined with saints and angels cheering and tossing confetti. In the back
seat sits a US Navy Submariner, his dolphins glistening on his chest, a
cigar in his mouth, a bottle of San Miguel in one hand, and his arm
around a voluptuous blonde angel with magnificent halos.

This disturbs the Pope and he runs downstairs to the Master-At-Arms and
says, "Hey, what gives? You put me, the Pope, with 63 years of Godly
deeds in an open bay barracks while this Submariner, who must have
committed  every sin known and unknown to man is staying in a mansion on
the hill  and getting a saint's welcome. How can that be?"

The Master-At-Arms calmly looks up and says, "We get a Pope up here
every
20 or 30 years, but we've never had a Submariner before."

-- 
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