There were two lines for husbands in heaven.
One line went on for what looked like miles. The sign above it at heaven’s gate read: “For Hen-Pecked Husbands.”
The other line had only one man waiting. The sign above it read: “For Non-Hen-Pecked Husbands.”
The latest arrival to heaven absorbed all of this and went directly to the solitary man.
“Why are you the only man standing in this line?” he asked.
The other man looked about him, shrugged his shoulders, and answered, “My wife told me to stand here.”
