A woman died and found herself standing outside the

Pearly Gates, being greeted by St. Peter.

She asked him, "Oh, is this place what I really think it is?

It's so beautiful.

Did I really make it to heaven?"

To which St. Peter replied, "Yes, my dear, these are the

Gates to Heaven.

But you must do one more thing before you can enter."

The woman was very excited, and asked of St. Peter what

she must do to pass through the gates.

"Spell a word," St. Peter replied.

"What word?" she asked.

"Any word," answered St. Peter. "It's your choice."

The woman promptly replied,

"Then the word I will spell is love. L-o-v-e."

St. Peter congratulated her on her good fortune to have made

it to Heaven, and asked her if she would mind taking his place

at the gates for a few minutes while he took a break.

"I'd be honored," she said, "but what should I do if someone

comes while you are gone?"

St. Peter reassured her, and instructed the woman simply

have any newcomers to the Pearly Gates to spell a word as

she had done.

So the woman is left sitting in St. Peter's chair and watching

the beautiful angels soaring around her, when low and behold,

a man approaches the gates, and she realizes it is her husband.

"What happened?" she cried,

"Why are you here?"

Her husband stared at her for a moment, then said,

"I was so upset when I left your funeral, I was in an accident.

And now I am here?

Did I really make it to Heaven?"

To which the woman replied, "Not yet.

You must spell a word first."

"What word?" he asked.

The woman responded, "Czechoslovakia