Morris Weinstein was afraid when he died, his favorite activity, shtupping, would be lost forever. He was most pleasantly surprised to find HE encouraged it. Anytime, anyplace, with anyone. There was never a shortage of willing women. Morris had an eternal smile on his face. Eventually HE bellowed.
'MORRIS, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH."
G-d was worried about Earth's population explosion. "Where would they all go?" He appointed tousle haired Bobby and voluptuous Marilyn as special love ambassadors and a temporary RIGHT OF RETURN. It worked out better than anyone expected. They both had their special talents. Jack was not pleased.
At one point HE acknowledged a few past mistakes. Now HE needed to find a mate for HIS only son. She had been there, waiting, for five hundred years.
Everyone UP THERE had a mate, a companion, a partner, expect HIM. HE had his choice of millions, so HE experimented. Again and again-and-again. Finally, HE found the perfect companion. Everyone, glory to HIM, UP THERE, approved.
All the while, rejuvenated Morris did what he did best. He kept on shtupping.
