The Pope died and went to heaven.
He was stopped at the gate by a sleepy watchman who said, "Halt! What do you want?"
Great! I do 30 years of God's work to get stopped by this clown, The Pope thought. Out loud he replied, "Look I am the Pope. I have done many years of good work.”
“Got any ID?”
“I’m the Pope!”
The guard says, "Sorry, Buddy, I’m just kidding. Admin lost your orders, don’t worry we’ll get it sorted out. Go over to the Transit Barracks and get some rest and we'll see you in the morning."
He then gives the Pope directions to an old WWII open bay barracks and a chit for the base galley. The Pope checks into the barracks only to find all the lower bunks taken and the only lockers left have no doors. So he throws his gear under his rack and goes to sleep.
The next morning, the Pope is awakened by loud music and cheering. He runs to the window to see a long black limo with a US Navy Chief Warrant Officer in the back, smoking a huge cigar, hanging on to a mug of fresh hot coffee and with two beautiful blonde angels hanging on to him. The heavenly crowd is cheering madly, ticker tape fills the air, cherubs are singing, and the beer flows freely. Heaven is at Holiday Routine.
The Pope is furious. He stomps down to the quarterdeck and says, "I'm a senior officer! I’m the Pope! I do 30 years of Gods work aboard the Vatican only to see some squid that probably did every sinful thing imaginable get treated like royalty while I spent the night on a lumpy mattress! What gives?”
The watchman shrugged and say, "Pope? Big deal, we get a pope every decade or so. We got the complete set, all the way back to Peter. This is our first ever Chief Warrant Officer."
Ba dump bump.
Tell me a joke.