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Can you get Married in Heaven?

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On the way to their wedding, a young Catholic couple died in a car crash.

As their souls departed the earthly realm, they found themselves standing before the majestic Pearly Gates of Heaven, anxiously awaiting St. Peter’s arrival to process their entry.

While waiting, a thought crossed their minds – could they still fulfill their dream of getting married in heaven?

When St. Peter finally appeared, the couple mustered their courage and posed the question:

“Could we possibly get married here in Heaven?”

The saint, taken aback by the unusual request, pondered for a moment before responding:

“I don’t know. This is the first time anyone has asked. Let me go find out.”

And with that, he disappeared to seek guidance from higher authorities.

The couple sat patiently, their anticipation growing with each passing moment.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, yet St. Peter did not return.

Two full months had passed, and the couple was still left waiting, their hopes hanging by a thread.

As time wore on, their thoughts inevitably turned to the possibility of a less favorable outcome:

What if their marriage didn’t work out? Could they also obtain a divorce in Heaven?

Another month crawled by, and finally, St. Peter reappeared, looking utterly disheveled and weary.

“Yes,” he informed the couple, his voice tinged with exhaustion, “You can get married in Heaven.”

The couple’s faces lit up with joy, but their elation was short-lived as they remembered their lingering concern.

“Great!” they exclaimed, “But we were just wondering, what if things don’t work out? Could we also get a divorce in Heaven?”

Upon hearing these words, St. Peter’s expression transformed from one of fatigue to unrestrained fury.

His face reddened, and he slammed his clipboard onto the ground with such force that it echoed throughout the heavens.

The couple recoiled, fear etched upon their faces. “What’s wrong?” they asked, their voices trembling.

St. Peter, his eyes ablaze, shouted at the top of his lungs:

“OH, COME ON! It took me three months to find a priest up here! Do you have any idea how long it’ll take me to find a lawyer?”

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