Joke so corny I shouldn’t repeat:
A woman died and asked Saint Peter to find her late husband.
“His name, please?”
“John Smith.”
“Lots of them up here, ma’am.”
“He was my husband of twenty years and in all those years I was true to him. Find him.”
“Sorry, lots of John Smiths all over.”
“He and I shared our lives so long. He could always trust me. He said if I ever strayed from being true in our marriage he would turn over in his grave someday.”
“Oh! I’ll go get him for you. Everybody up here knows Spinning John Smith.”