Benj died. For years his false teeth had given him trouble.
People forgave him for his rude manner, his negativity, his brazen critique of everything good; his dentures were to blame; his dentures made his life hell; his dentures were his cross.
When he died, God met him personally at the gate. Did he have any special request? asked God.
“For God’s sake,” said Benji, “fix my bloody teeth.”
So Benji got his teeth back – in a flash, in a jiffy, a trice, a second!
“About time, you selfish git,” said Benji to God.
These days Benji spends his time in Hell, where he weeps and has a full mouth of teeth to gnash.
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