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Throughout my life, I'd always been taught that, upon death, one immediately proceeds to wait in line at the Pearly Gates, where they will meet a glorious man who will ask them one single question that would determine whether they were worthy to enter Heaven.
I'd pondered the answers to all of life's great questions in preparation for my death, and reviewed them as I waited my turn in line while the man quizzed those ahead of me.
And then, he asked me my question:
"How much wood would a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"
"Come again?"

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