Bob had a habit of enjoying his evenings a bit too much, and one night was no exception. He stumbled into bed late, slipping in quietly beside his peacefully sleeping wife. Unbeknownst to him, the night held more surprises than he could ever imagine. As dawn broke, Bob didn’t wake up in his familiar bedroom but instead found himself standing before the majestic Pearly Gates. “Am I dreaming?” he wondered aloud. St. Peter, with a clipboard in hand, greeted him warmly. “Bob, I’m afraid you passed away in your sleep.”….
