There was a really, really long line of souls waiting patiently for their interviews with Saint Peter when one of his angels walked down the line asking if any of them happened to be a psychiatrist. A soul at the very end of the line responded: "Yes, I am a psychiatrist."

"Come with me sir," said the angel.

Among the ten million or so souls still waiting, some grumbling was heard and St. Pete himself came out to see what was the matter.

Among those grumbling were a Pope, an Ayatollah, dozens of pentecostal and Baptist preachers, and thousands of other clerics representing every religion here on earth. Saint Peter asked what they were grumbling about, and the Pope said that all of them had spent their lives serving God and had difficulty understanding why a psychiatrist gained entry before them.

Saint Peter looked at the Pope and the others in astonishment, unable to believe any of them had the gall to question divine decisions, but then relented and said, "We have a special need for him--there's a crisis here in heaven: God thinks he's Gargoyle."

(I originally heard this during the Korean war--the punchline then was "God thinks he's MacArthur."

--seed