If there's no chocolate in Heaven, I'm not going.

Now she and I sit together in her room and eat chocolate, and I tell her that in a very long time when we both to go heaven, we should try to get chairs next to each other, close to the dessert table.

Let's face it, a nice creamy chocolate cake does a lot for a lot of people; it does for me.

All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.

I don't want to go to heaven. None of my friends are there.

There is no humor in heaven.