The Pope, Billy Graham and Oral Roberts were in a fatal three-way car crash and all went to Heaven together.
“Oh, this is awful,” exclaimed St. Peter. “I know you must think we summoned you here, but this is just one of those strange coincidences that happen. We weren’t expecting you, so your quarters aren’t ready. We can’t send you back and we can’t take you in.”
Suddenly, St. Peter got an idea. He picked up the phone and called Lucifer. “Lucifer,” he said, “this is Peter. We have a bit of a problem. We have three guys up here. They are ours, but we weren’t expecting them so we need some time to fix up their quarters. I was hoping you could put them up for a while. It should only take us a couple of days. What do you say?”
The devil was reluctant, but he agreed.
Two days later, St. Peter received a call. “Peter, this is Lucifer. Listen, you have to come and get these three clowns. The Pope fellow is forgiving everyjoke, the Graham guy is saving everyjoke, and the Roberts guy has raised enough money to buy air conditioning!”