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There was an old woman on a plane, sitting next to the Pope.
It was stormy outside, and the plane was being rocked by some severe turbulence1.
So this kindly2 old lady looked upon Death's door, and said to her papal neighbour, "Father, surely you can do something about this."
To which the Pope replied, "Sorry lady, I'm in sales, not management."
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