A woman who was near death insisted she be buried with her stamps.
As she passed away, she saw a white light and followed it until she found herself in a mystical place, surrounded by men and women who wandered about admiring all kinds of paper-beautiful paper on shelves stretching as far as the eye could see-and all the rubber stamps one could imagine.
Overjoyed, the woman turned to a lady who was running her hands with pleasure over a rich and costly paper and said: "This is a wonderful place! Is it Heaven?"
The lady replied, "No this is HELL. There aren't any ink pads.”
Author –Unknown
October 4, 2007
Nice joke
Found it at Inkerbelle's through Stamping when I can.
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