The Pope, Billy Graham, and Oral Roberts were in a three-way plane crash
over the Pacific Ocean. They all died and went to heaven together.

"Oh, this is terrible," exclaims St. Peter, "I know you guys think we summoned you here, but this is just one of those coincidences that happen. Since we weren't expecting you, your quarters just aren't ready.

We can't take you in and we can't send you back...."

Then he got an idea. He picked up the phone, "Lucifer, this is Pete.

Hey, I got these three guys up here. They're ours, but we weren't expecting them, and we gotta fix the place up for 'em. I was hoping you could put them up for a while. It'll only be a couple of days. What do 'ya say?"

Reluctantly, the Devil agreed. However, two days later, St. Peter got a call.

"Pete, Lu. Hey, you gotta come get these three clowns. This Pope fellow is forgiving everybody, the Graham guy is saving everybody, and that Oral Roberts has raised enough money to buy air conditioning."