Forrest Gump In Heaven

The day finally arrives: Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. The gates are closed, however, and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper.

St. Peter says, “Well, Forrest, it’s certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you. I must inform you that the place is filling up fast, and we’ve been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The tests are short, but you need to pass before you can get into Heaven.”

Forrest responds, “It sure is good to be here St. Peter. I was looking forward to this. Nobody ever told me about no entrance exam. Sure hope the test ain’t too hard; life was hard enough.”

St. Peter goes on, “Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test I have for you is only three questions: The first question: What days of the week begin with the letter T? Second: How many seconds are there in a year? Third: What is God’s first name?

Forrest goes away to think the questions over. He returns the next day and goes up to St. Peter to try to answer the exam questions.

St. Peter waves him up and says, “Now that you have had a chance to think the questions over, tell me your answers.”

Forrest says, “Well, the first one -how many days in the week begin with the letter ‘T’? Shucks, that one’s easy. That’d be 2, Today and Tomorrow.”

The Saint’s eyes open wide and he exclaims, “Forrest! That’s not what I was thinking, but … you do have a point, and I guess I didn’t specify, so I give you credit for that answer.

How about the next one?” asks St. Peter, “How many seconds in a year?” “Now that ones harder,” says Forrest, “but I thunk and thunk about that and I guess the only answer can be twelve.”

Astounded, St. Peter says, “Twelve? Twelve! Forrest how in Heaven’s name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?”

Forest says, “Shucks, there’s gotta be twelve: January second, February second, March second…”

“Hold it,” interrupts St. Peter. “I see where you’re going with this, and I guess I see your point, though that wasn’t quite what I had in mind, but I’ll give you credit for that one, too.

Let’s go on to the final question: Can you tell me God’s first name?”

Forrest replied, “Andy.” “OK, OK,” said a frustrated St. Peter, “I can understand how you came up with your answers to my first two questions, but just how in the world did you come up with the name of Andy as the first name of God?”

“Shucks, that was the easiest one of all,” Forrest replied. “I learned it from the song… “ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY TALKS WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN…”

St. Peter opened the gate and said: “RUN, FORREST, RUN!”