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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 Navy master chief opens the gate and asks, "Wadda ya
want?" "I'm the recently deceased pope and have done 63 years of godly works 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 out in the morning. " They go to an old World War II receiving barracks, third deck, open squad bay. All the bottom racks are taken and all emptylockers have no doors. The pope stows his gear under a rackand 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 Jaguar convertible parading down the clouds from the golden headquarters building. The cloud walks are lined with saints and angels cheering and tossing confetti. In the back seat of the Jaguar sits a Marine sergeant
major in dress blues, his gold parachute wings glistening on his chest, a cigar in his mouth, a bottle of San Miguel in one hand, and his other arm around a voluptuous blonde
angel with a pair of magnificent halos. This disturbs the pope and he runs downstairs to the master-at-arms shack and says, "Hey, what gives? You put me, the pope with 63 years
of godly deeds, in an open squad bay barracks, while this Marine -- 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 calmly looks up and says, "We get a pope up here every 10 or 20 years, but we ain't never had a Marine sergeant major before.
Bob
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