A Navy Chief and a Coast Guard Chief die and go to heaven.
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 and a Coast Guard Chief, cigars in their mouths, a bottle of Budweiser in each of their hands, and each with their 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 these Chiefs who must've committed
every sin known and unknown to man are 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 two Chiefs here before."