George W. Bush, Albert Einstein and Pablo Picasso have all died.
Due to a glitch in the mundane/celestial timespace continuum, all
three arrive at the Pearly Gates more or less simultaneously, even
though their deaths have taken place decades apart. The first to
present himself to Saint Peter is Einstein. Saint Peter questions him.
"You look like Einstein, but you have NO idea the lengths certain
people will go to, to sneak into Heaven under false pretenses. Can
you prove who you really are?" Einstein ponders for a few seconds
and asks, "Could I have a blackboard and some chalk?" Saint Peter
complies with a snap of his fingers. The blackboard and chalk
instantly appear. Einstein proceeds to describe with arcane
mathematics and symbols his special theory of relativity. Saint Peter
is suitably impressed. "You really *are* Einstein! Welcome to
heaven!" The next to arrive is Picasso. Once again Saint Peter asks
for his credentials. Picasso doesn't hesitate. "Mind if I use that
blackboard and chalk?" Saint Peter says, "Go ahead." Picasso
erases Einstein's scribbles and proceeds to sketch out a truly
stunning mural. Bulls, satyrs, nude women: he captures their essences
with but a few strokes of the chalk. Saint Peter claps. "Surely you are
the great artist you claim to be! Come on in!" The last to arrive is
George W. Bush. Saint Peter scratches his head. "Einstein and
Picasso both managed to prove their identity. How can you prove
yours?" George W. looks bewildered, "Who are Einstein and
Picasso?" Saint Peter sighs, "Come on in, George."



































