A woman died and arrived at the gates of heaven. As she sat waiting for Saint Peter to greet her, she peeked through the gates and spotted a beautiful banquet table.

Seated around it were her parents and all the other people she had loved during her lifetime, who had died before her. They saw her and began calling out to her.

When Saint Peter came by, the woman said to him: "This is such a wonderful place! How do I get in?"

"You have to spell a word," Saint Peter told her. "Spell 'love'."

The woman correctly spelled the word and was welcomed by Saint Peter into heaven.

About six months later, he came to the woman again and asked her to watch over the gates of heaven for him that day.

While the woman was guarding, her husband arrived. "I'm surprised to see you," the woman said. "How have you been?"

"Oh, I've been doing pretty well since you died," her husband told her. "I married the beautiful young European nurse who took care of you while you were ill, and then I won the lottery. I sold the little house you and I lived in and bought a big mansion. And my wife and I travelled all around the world.

"We were on holiday and I went water skiing today. I fell and the ski hit my head, so here I am. How do I get in?" "You have to spell a word," the woman told him. "Which word?" her husband asked. "Czechoslovakia."