About a year after her husband died, the widow Smith herself died. When she arrived at the pearly gates she ask if she could see her former husband.

"What's his name? "

"Joe Smith."

"You'll have to give us better identification than that. Maybe his last words? We classify each arrival that way."

"Well, just before he died he said to me, 'Katie, if you ever waste any of my hard earned dollars, I'll turn over in my grave.'"

"Oh, sure we know him. We call him Whirling Joe up here."