“Alright, confession time. You know my Saturday ‘fishing trips’?”
Edna raises an eyebrow.
“Exactly. I was bowling. I won four trophies—hidden behind the water heater in the basement.”
They both burst into laughter, remembering the time she tossed his “trophies” out the car window during a spat in 1965.
Weeks later, Edna replaces the sabotaged recliner, and Bert goes skydiving—landing triumphantly in the neighbor’s yard. Every Saturday, they bowl together, not just for the game, but for the joy of shared mischief and love.
Years pass. One day, tragedy strikes—a car accident takes them both. At the Pearly Gates, St. Peter greets them with a smile and a tour of their heavenly home: gourmet kitchen, Jacuzzi, championship golf course, and a five-star buffet.
“Everything’s free,” he says. “Eat, drink, play—no limits.”
Bert’s face falls.
“So… no low-fat, low-cholesterol options?”
St. Peter laughs.
Bert turns to Edna, mock-serious.
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