This is a religious joke, but not at all off-color or bigoted. (Humor is a valuable part of a sane spirituality, I think). It's hilarious, so here goes.

Two priests die and stand at the pearly gates.

St. Peter: You'll have to come back next week; the mainframe's down.

First priest: But we're dead. What are we supposed to do for a week?

St. Peter: Whatever you want. This week doesn't count.

Second priest: It doesn't count?

St. Peter: Yeah, that's right. (Turns to the first priest) What do you want to do?

First priest: Well, I've always wanted to soar in the sky like an eagle. (Whereupon he turns into a bald eagle and eagerly flies away.)

St. Peter(turning to the other priest): And what do you want to do?

Priest: You're sure it doesn't count?

St. Peter: Yup.

Priest: I've always wondered what it would like to be a stud.
A week passes. God comes up St. Peter.

God: Now that the mainframe's back up, have you processed everybody?

St. Peter: Yup...No, wait. There's still those two priests.

God: Well?

St. Peter: The first won't be hard to find; he's an eagle soaring over the Rockies. The other one's going to be harder.

God: Oh?

St. Peter(sighs): He's a stud on a snow tire somewhere in Idaho.

To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive. - Robert Louis Stevenson