Pope John Paul dies of old age and finds himself at the Gates of 
Heaven  at  0300. He knocks on the gate and a very sleepy-eyed 
watchman opens the gate  and asks, "Wadda ya want?"  "I'm the 
recently deceased Pope and have done 63 years of Godly work and 
thought I should check in here."  The watchman checks his clipboard 
and says, "I ain't got no orders for  you  here, just bring your 
stuff and we'll sort this all out in the morning."  They go to an 
old World War II-style barracks, third floor, open bay.  All the 
bottom racks are taken and all empty lockers have no doors. The  
Pope  stows his gear under a rack and climbs into an upper bunk.  
The next morning he awakens to sounds of cheering and clapping. 
He gets up  and goes to a window and sees a flashy Jaguar 
convertible parading down  the  clouds from the golden headquarters 
building. The cloudwalks are lined with saints and angels cheering 
and tossing confetti. In the back seat sits  a  navy Chief, his 
silver Dolphins glistening on his chest, a  cigar in his mouth, 
a bottle of San Miguel in one hand, and his other  arm  around a 
voluptuous blonde angel with magnificent halos.  This disturbs the 
Pope and he runs downstairs to the Master-At-Arms  shack  and says, 
"Hey, what gives? You put me, the Pope, with 63 years of  Godly  
deeds in an open bay barracks while this Chief, who must have 
committed  every sin known and unknown to man is staying in a 
mansion on the hill  and  getting a hero's welcome. How can that be?"
The Master-At-Arms calmly looks up and says, "We get a Pope up 
here  every 20  or 30 years, but we've never had a Navy Chief before."