[Skipton]

''How Do I Get In?''​

A lovely woman from the Countryside died. She found herself outside
a beautiful garden with splashing fountains and bright flowers;
but she was alone, and the gate was locked.
When St. Peter finally came by the woman said to him,
"This is surely a wonderful place It must be heaven. How do I get in?"
"You have to spell a word," said the saint. "What word might that be?"
"Love." said he. Well , she spelled it all right and was admitted through the Gates of Heaven.
About a year later, St. Peter asked this woman if she would mind guarding
the Gates a short while for him. While she was waiting, her husband arrived.
"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 lovely mansion.
My wife and I travelled 'round the world.
Today I was skiing and broke my neck and...and here I am. How do I get in?"
"You have to spell a word."
"What word?"
“Onomatopoeia”