From the funnies

This comes via an SPJ newsletter today:

A reporter dies and, against all odds, gets to heaven. St. Peter hands him his halo, harp and wings. The reporter looks at the wings and said, "Gee, I don't mean to complain, but these are smaller than I pictured." "Well, here in heaven we base wing size on the amount of grief the person had to endure on earth," St. Peter said. "Yours really aren't that small." "This is what we give to publishers," the saint added, holding up a pair of butterfly wings. Just then, a 747 roared by. "Duck!" St. Peter yelled. "Here comes a copy editor!"