After 60 years of marriage, Earl and Mabel made a deal.

Whoever kicks the bucket first has to come back and let the other know if there’s sex in the afterlife.
Because let’s be honest - no one wants to be stuck in the clouds without a little action.
Well, Earl bites the dust first. A few nights later, Mabel hears a voice whisper…
“Mabel... Maaaabel... can you hear me?”
She gasps, “Earl?! Is that you?”
“Yes, it’s me. I came back like we promised.”
“Oh, thank goodness! So, tell me... what’s it like?! Is there sex after death?”
Earl replies, “Well, I wake up early, have sex... eat breakfast... then it's off to the golf course. After 9 holes, more sex. Then I sunbathe, take a nap, more sex, then lunch—salads, Mabel, you’d be proud. Then more golf, more sex... dinner... and then it’s sex till I pass out. Next day? Same schedule!”
Mabel gasps, “Earl! That sounds like heaven!”
Earl goes,
“Uh... not exactly. I’m a rabbit in Arizona.”

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