the pope died and went, predictably to heaven. the morning after he arrived he awoke to a great commotion in the street outside.
he opened his window and saw that the street was lined with cheering people. ticker tape drifted down from the window above. bands played.
seated in the back seat of an open car was a pale, thin and very worried looking man who occassionally raised his arms to acknowledge the applause.
the pope picked up the phone and asked for st. peter.
" don't think I'm complaining " he said " but just who is this chap outside? I didn't get a reception like this when I arrived here, after all i was the pope!"
" Ah " said st. peter. " but he was the the head of an advertising agency. according to my records, sir, you are 149th pope we have here. but this is the very first head of an advertising agency"
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