The Pope dies and, naturally, goes to heaven. He’s met by the reception
committee, and after a whirlwind tour he is told that he can enjoy any of
the myriad of recreations available.
He decides that he wants to read all of the ancient original text of the
Holy Scriptures, so he spends the next eon or so learning the languages.
After becoming a linguistic master, he sits down in the library and begins
to pour over every version of the Bible, working back from the most recent
“Easy Reading” to the original script. All of a sudden there is a scream in
The angels come running in only to find the Pope huddled in his chair,
crying to himself, and muttering, “An ‘R’! The scribes left out the ‘R’.”
A particularly concerned angel takes him aside, offering comfort, and asks
him what the problem is and what does he mean.
After collecting his wits, the Pope sobs again, “It’s the letter ‘R’. They
left out the ‘R’. The word was supposed to be CELEBRATE not CELEBATE”.