Why We forward jokes - a little poignant

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This explains why we forward jokes, read it  all.  It does make
sense at the end.
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying
the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been
dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one
side of  the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a
long hill  was  a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
Standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that
looked like Mother of Pearl, and the street that led to the gate
looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he
saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he
called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
 "Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water
brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the
traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and
continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he
came to a  dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as
if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached
the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading
a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there ". The man pointed to a
place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
 " There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the
gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with
a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long
drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full,
he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the
tree waiting for them. "What do you call this place?" the
traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the
road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?
Nope. That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that
they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends
behind."
Soooo... Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes
to us without writing a word, maybe this could explain:
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess
what you do?
You forward jokes.
 When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact,
you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't
know how, you forward jokes.
And to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still
important,  you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess
what you get?
A forwarded joke.
So my friend, next time if you get a joke, don't think that
you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've
been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your
computer wanted to send you a smile
Not written by but sent to you by ingram
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