Janie and Bob were both 85 years old. They’d been married for sixty years. Though not young, they were both in very good health, largely due to her insistence on healthy foods and exercise for the last decade.
But, their good health didn’t help when their plane crashed, dispatching them to Heaven.
When they reached the pearly gates, and St. Peter escorted them inside. He took them to a beautiful mansion, fabulously furnished, with a fully stocked kitchen and a waterfall in the master bathroom.
They gasped in astonishment when St. Peter said, “Welcome to Heaven. This will be your home now.”
“Wait a minute.” Bob stuttered. “How much all this was going to cost?”
“Nothing,” Peter smiled, “this is your reward in Heaven.”
Bob looked out the window and saw a championship golf course, finer and more beautiful than any ever built on Earth. “How much are the greens fees?”
“Again, this is heaven,” St. Peter laughed. “It’s free. Play every day, if you want.”
Next they went to the clubhouse and saw the lavish buffet filled with every imaginable cuisine, from seafood to steaks to exotic deserts and unlimited alcohol.
“Don’t even ask,’ said St. Peter, “this is Heaven, it is all free for you to enjoy.”
Bob looked around and glanced nervously at his wife.
“Well, where are the low-fat and low cholesterol foods, and the decaffeinated tea?”
“That’s the best part,” St. Peter replied, “you can eat and drink as much as you like of whatever you like, and you will never get fat or sick. This is Heaven!”
“No gym to work out at?”
“Not unless you want to.”
“No testing my sugar or blood pressure or…”
“Never again. All you do here is enjoy yourself.”
“If it hadn’t been for you and your dry as dust bran muffins.” Bob glared at his wife. “I could have been here ten years ago!”
Yes, it’s a senior joke!