Another Heaven joke...
A man and a wife had experienced an extremely acrimonious divorce. Bad will was the norm until a horrible boating accident took his life and he was in front of the Pearly Gates speaking with St. Peter.
"Before you get into Heaven," Peter explained, "You have to spell a word correctly for me."
Oh my God, thought the man. "I was always so terrible at spelling in school." But the alternative was Hell so he told the Saint to have at it.
"Please spell the word R-I-V-E-R for me," said Peter.
The man smiled and ripped off the correct spelling in two shakes and entered Heaven.
Weeks later, the man was taking his daily stroll around Heaven and happened upon the Gates. Peter motioned to him to come closer.
"I need to take a piss," Peter explained, "and I need you to man the gate for a few minutes."
"I can't do your job, Your Angelness," he implored.
"Sure you can, my son. Just ask them to spell a word correctly and let them in."
Well, as circumstance would have it, the man's ex-wife was, at that very moment, involved in a fatal car wreck and now found herself facing the man she hated so much.
"What the Hell are you doing here," she spat out!
"Oh, I'm watching the Gate for Saint Peter for a few minutes."
"Well, let me in right now," she went on.
"I will, but there's just this one simple requirement. You have to spell a word correctly to get through the Gates."
"That's insane," she protested. "What's the damn word?"
"C-Z-E-C-H-O-S-L-O-V-A-K-I-A."
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