75 year old Monty has been out celebrating his friend's 80th birthday. Although Monty is not usually a drinker, he comes home quite late and quite drunk. Somehow he manages to get undressed, slides into bed beside his sleeping wife Sarah and quickly falls into a deep sleep.
Sometime later he awakes and there before him is the Pearly Gates. An angel walks over to him and says, "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Monty, but you died last night in your sleep."
"I'm dead?" says Monty, stunned. "It can't be. I've got too much to live for. Please send me back."
"I'm sorry, Monty," says the angel, "but there's only one way you can go back."
"And what way is that?" asks Monty.
"As a chicken," replies the angel.
Monty is devastated, but begs the angel to at least send him back to a farm near his house. The next thing he knows, he's covered in feathers, clucking loudly, and pecking at the ground. Then a rooster struts over and says, "So you're the new hen? How are you getting on?"
"Not too bad," replies Monty the hen, "but I have this strange feeling inside my stomach. It feels like I'm going to explode."
"Don't worry," says the rooster, "you're only feeling like that because you're ovulating. Don't tell me you've never laid an egg before?"
"Never, ever," replies Monty.
"Well, just relax and let it happen," says the rooster.
Monty does as he is told and after a few uncomfortable seconds, out pops an egg. Monty is immediately overcome with emotion as he experiences motherhood for the first time. He soon lays another egg and his joy is overwhelming. As he is about to lay his third egg, Monty feels a smack on the back of his head. Then he hears his wife Sarah shouting at him,

"Monty, wake up, wake up, you're crapping in the bed again!"