My friend, Mike, sends this along. Mike is a principal of a consulting firm that focuses on human resources solutions. For those of us with a human resources consulting background, there is a little special bit of humor when we get something that is somewhat like our background. Mike says this is a wellness joke. As you read through this, you’ll understand why. Thank you, Mike, for the fun of the day.

A couple in their 80s are driving one day, and a huge tractor trailer crosses the median strip and hits them head on. They are killed instantly.

At the pearly gates, Saint Peter greets them and welcomes them in. He takes them to their eternal home, which turns out to be the dream house they always wanted.

 “Now,” St. Peter says, “This is heaven, so this house will never need cleaning. The temperature will always be perfect, and the house will operate maintenance-free.”

 “That’s great!” says the husband, “but what are the mortgage payments like on a house like this?”

 “Sir,” St. Peter replies, “This is heaven. There are no mortgage payments in heaven. Now, let me take you to see your automobiles.”

 He takes them and shows them the two cars they’d always dreamed of having. Perfect color and all. “Now,” St. Peter says, “This is heaven, so these cars won’t ever need gas and will always run perfectly.”

 “That’s great!” says the husband, “but what are the car payments on these things going to be?”

 “Sir,” St. Peter replies, “This is heaven. There are no car payments in heaven. Now, let me take you outside to meet the neighbors. There’s a party in your honor.”

 They go outside and there’s a beautiful tent with friendly people. There’s also a huge buffet table with fresh food–all their favorite items. And a small orchestra is playing all of their favorite music.”

St. Peter explains that he just heard the “doorbell” at the gate and has to go welcome another entrant to heaven.

A short while later, St. Peter returns to observe the husband and wife arguing intensely. He goes up and says, “What’s going on here? Why are you arguing?”

“It’s all HER fault,” the husband says, “If it weren’t for her damn bran muffins we’d have been here 10 years ago!”