A lovely, generous and kind woman passed away and found herself outside a beautiful garden with splashing fountains and bright flowers, but she was alone and the gate was locked.
St. Peter came by and the woman said to him, "This is surely Heaven, how do I get in?" "You have to spell a word," said St Peter. "What word might that be?" she asked "Love." said he. Well, she spelled it correctly and was admitted through the gates of Heaven.
About a year later, St. Peter asked the same woman if she would mind guarding the gates a short while for him. While she was waiting, her husband arrived on the other side. "How've you been?" she asked. "Oh, not bad," he said. "I married the pretty nurse who took care of you, and then I won the lottery. I sold our little cottage and bought a huge mansion. My wife and I traveled around the world and today we were skiing and I fell and broke my neck and...and here I am. How do I get in?"
"You have to spell a word." His wife replied
"What word?" he asked
"unbloodyunbefrigginlybelievablyisdoomed".... raised to the power of
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