The Pope dies and, naturaly goes to heaven. He is met by the reception committee, and after a whirlwind tour he is told that he can enjoy any of the myriad of recreations available. He decides that he wants to read all the ancient orgininal text of the Holy Scriptures, so he spend time learning languages.

After becoming a lingusitic master, he sits down in the library and begins to pour over every version of the Bible, working from the most recent “Easy Reading” to the original script.

All of a sudden, there is a scream in the library. The Angels come running in only to find the Pope huddles in his chair, crying to himself and muttering, “An ‘R’! The scribes left out the ‘R’.” A particular concerned Angel takes him aside, offering comfort, asks him what the problem is and what does he mean. After collecting his wits, the Pope sobs again, “It’s the letter ‘R’. They left out the ‘R’. The word was supposed to be CELEBRATE!