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| The Pope died, and of course he went straight to heaven. St. Peter was showing him around, and took him to his new neighborhoo, which he shared with the last three Popes. All of the religious men had similar residences; comfortable huts on a quiet hillside. On the top of the hill there was a beautifull mansion. "Excuse me," asked the Pope, "but whose house is that?" "Duke Ellington's," answered Saint Peter. "What! Are you trying to tell me that the pope gets a hut while this musician gets a mansion? I was a pios man and this guy played Jazz! "Well, thats just the point," Peter replied, "You guys are a dime dozen in heaven, but there's only one Jazz musician. |
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