After a long illness, a woman died and arrived at the
 Gates of Heaven.  Saint Peter came by and the woman said
 to him, "This is such a wonderful place!  How do I get
 in?"

 "You have to spell a word," Saint Peter told her.

 "Which word?" the woman asked.

 "Love."

 The woman correctly spelled "Love" and Saint Peter
 welcomed her into Heaven.

 About six months later, Saint Peter asked the woman to
 watch the Gates of Heaven for him that day.  While the
 woman was guarding the Gates of Heaven, her husband
 arrived.

 "I'm so happy to see you," the woman said. "How have
 you been?"

 "Oh, I've been doing pretty well since you died," her
 husband told her. "I married the beautiful young nurse
 who took care of you while you were ill, then I won the
 lottery, sold the little house where we lived and bought
 a big mansion on the mountain with a panoramic view of
 the entire river valley.  My new wife and I traveled all
 around the world and were on vacation when I went water
 skiing today.  I fell, the ski hit my head, and here I
 am.  So, how do I get in?"

 "You have to spell a word," the woman told him.

 "Which word?" her husband asked.

 "Czechoslovakia."