Were it not for my father-in-law, nobody would ever tell me a joke. That, and the alcohol-themed Christmas gifts, explain my man-crush. Here is a recent specimen.
A young couple, engaged to be married, are tragically killed in an accident. Hang with me, it gets even funnier.
At heaven's gate, they are inspired to ask St Peter whether it is possible to be married in paradise. He says he can't remember being asked that question before. Would they mind waiting in the vestibule while he gets an answer for them?
A day passes, and another and another. After a week, St Peter finally returns. "Yes," he says, "you can be married here in heaven."
During the long wait, however, the young couple had had some terrestrial thoughts. What if love cooled? Feeling a little embarrased, the man nevertheless put their new question to St Peter: "Is it possible to get a divorce in heaven?"
St Peter was exasperated by the question. "Geesh," he said. "It took me a whole week to find a clergyman. Now you want me to look for a lawyer, too?"