Jonathon Edwards, Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell find themselves in front of the pearly gates, at the end of a long line.
After a long time of waiting the three finally make it in front of St. Peter, who is about to interview them.
Just then an angel comes by escorting a young woman with a ripped dress, bruises, dirt smudges, and a steering wheel around her neck.
St. Peter hurries over and opens the gate. “Come right in, my dear woman!” he says.
When he gets back to his podium Falwell is angry, fit to burst.
“We’ve been waiting in line for ages!” he wails. “After all the God’s work we three have done, why does this woman get to breeze right in?”
St. Peter says, “Gentleman, with her driving, she’s scared the Hell out of more people than you three combined.”