Navy Chief
Pope John Paul dies of old age and finds himself at the gates of Heaven at 0300.

He knocks on the gate and a very sleepy-eyed watchman opens the gate and asks, "Wadda you want?"

"I'm the recently deceased Pope and have done 63 years of Godly works and the watchman checks his clipboard and says, "I ain't got no orders for you here, just bring your stuff and we'll sort this out in the morning."
They go to an old WWII barracks, 3rd floor, open bay. All the bottom racks are taken and all empty lockers have no doors.

The Pope stows his gear under a rack and climbs into an upper bunk.
The next morning he awakens to sounds of cheering and clapping. He goes to the window and sees a flashy Jaguar.

The cloudwalks are lined with saints and angels cheering and tossing confetti. In the back seat sits a Navy Chief, cigar in his mouth, a bottle of Budweiser in each hand, and his arms around two voluptuous blonde Angels with magnificent halos.

This disturbs the Pope and he runs downstairs to the Master-at-Arms shack and says, "Hey, what gives?

You put me, the Pope with 63 years of Godly deeds, in an open bay barracks, while this Sailor who must've committed every sin known and unknown to man is staying in a mansion on the hill and getting a hero's welcome. How can this be?"

The Master at Arms calmly looks up and says,
"We get a Pope up here every 20 or 30 years, but we never got a Navy Chief here before."

As a proud member of the Goat Locker, all I can say is that he must been lucky and all his actions were undiscovered!

Navy Chiefs are not exactly known for being the most upstanding of citizens, but they sure can get a lot of work done fast! You just might not want to ask them how they got it done or how many regulations got slightly bent in the process.