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One day, a good man died and went to heaven. He was met at the pearly gates by St. Peter, who escorted him around to the various rooms to see which one he would choose for his eternal dwelling. The first one contained robed saints sitting in a circle repeating chants. “Too spooky,” said the man.

The next room held saints shouting, “Hallelujah,” and rolling around the floor, while a man screamed from a podium. “Too wild,” said the man.

The third one contained prayerful, solemn saints in formal attire counting beads. “Too boring,” said the good man.

The final room contained a group of laughing people in worldly attire, using off-color language, smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. “Who are these people?” asked the man.

“We’re not sure,” replied St. Peter. “They declare they are not saints, but we let them stay anyway because they’ve promised they will stay only one day at a time.”

—Les B. and Dave C., Springfield, Mo., May 2012