According to life expectancies, when I was born and my wife was born, we should die at around the same time.
Sure, we have our bad and good habits that add and knock a few years off that number, but pretty much they all balance out.
So, I'm sure it was no surprise to St. Peter when we both showed up at The Pearly Gates side by side.
"I guess you two planned this all along, right?" said St. Peter.
"Hell no," my wife says, grumbling.
"I didn't really plan on turning the wrong way down that street," I said.
We love random plays of the promos! More! More!
Put an iPod boombox in the middle of a restaurant!
Blast it through a bullhorn at an Emergency Room!
Yeeeeeeeeaaaahhhhhhhhh!