One night was no exception to Bob’s tendency to enjoy his evenings a little too much. He slipped in silently next to his wife, who was sleeping soundly, and staggered into bed late. The night was more unexpected than he could have ever imagined.Bob woke up in front of the magnificent Pearly Gates as dawn broke, rather than in his regular bedroom.
He asked out loud if he was dreaming.
St. Peter gave him a kind greeting while holding a clipboard.
“I’m afraid you died while you were sleeping, Bob.”
Bob’s mouth fell open.
This isn’t possible! I’m not prepared to leave. I have a lot to live for!
Seeing his predicament, St. Peter provided a remedy.
“Well, you can come back in one way, but only as a chicken.”Bob grudgingly consented, anxious to return to life. He was immediately taken to a nearby farm, where he was now covered in feathers and clucking uncontrollably, before he could object any further.