The Last Lunch

I had lunch with the Pope. He had a Gruyere melted cheese sandwich. I had a Hungry Man Salisbury Steak TV dinner. The Vatican has everything!

I said, “Did you want to be Pope when you were a boy?”

The Pope said, “No, I wanted to be a fireman.”

I said, “It’s never too late.”

The Pope looked forlornly out the window. I slipped away and pulled the fire alarm. The alarm bell rang. I ran back to the table.

I said, “The building is in flames! Save us!!”

The Pope, in mid-chew, ran towards the balcony and jumped off. I felt badly. But at the same time, I knew he no longer would live with the pain of an unfulfilled life.