The Pope dies and, naturally, goes to

heaven. He’s met by the
reception committee, and
after a whirlwind
tour is told that he can enjoy any of the myriad
recreations
available.
He decides that he wants to read all of the ancient original
text of
the Holy Scriptures, and
spends the next eon or so learning
the languages. After becoming a
linguistic master, he
sits down
in the library and begins to pore over every version of the
Bible,
working back
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 to him, only to
find the Pope huddled in a chair, crying
to himself, and muttering,
“An ‘R’! They left out
the
‘R’.”
God takes him aside, offering comfort and asks him what the
problem
is. After collecting
his wits, the Pope sobs again, “It’s the
letter ‘R’ … the word
was
supposed to be
CELEBRATE!”