A woman arrived at the Pearly Gates and was greeted warmly by St. Peter. “To enter Heaven,” he explained, “you only need to pass a simple, one-word spelling test.”
“What’s the word?” she asked.
“Spell LOVE.”
She did so easily, and the golden gates swung wide open.
Months later, she was covering St. Peter’s shift at the entrance when her husband suddenly walked up.
“Darling!” she gasped. “What happened? How has life been since I passed away?”
The husband rubbed his neck nervously. “Well, I was devastated at first. But then I married that gorgeous nurse who took care of you. Right after, I won the lottery! We bought a mansion, traveled the world, and I was just water-skiing in Greece when a freak accident took me out. So, how do I get into this place?”
His late wife’s smile turned razor-sharp as her eyes narrowed.
“Oh, it’s incredibly easy, honey,” she whispered. “You just have to spell one word.”
“Great!” he said confidently. “What’s the word?”
She looked him dead in the eye and said:
“Czechoslovakia.”
