[ WP ] A man 's wife dies after many good years of marriage . The man remarries a few years after her death and has a loving wife again . After they both eventually die , the man reaches heaven and now has a dilemma with having both of his wives present .

`` I honestly do n't see what your problem is Ted. I've got six wives, granted three of them are in hell where they belong, but we all get on just fine!'' Natson finished with an encouraging and a swift pat on the back. Ted, however, remained uncertain. 
 
 `` I do n't think you're seeing my point.'' Ted replied solemnly to the big man with black eyes and black scruff. 
 
 `` So what am I missing?'' 
 
 Ted mulled it over for a minute trying to think of the best and easiest way to convey his meaning. Out in the golden street before him Tiff and Aubrey chatted happily pointing and discussing the beautiful golden apples that grew in abundance on a large tree. His two beautiful wives, captured in the pinnacle of their beauty. Their presence filled him with an insurmountable joy, but also an incredibly nagging apprehension. Ted's mouth tightened and he turned to Nat to answer, `` I love both of my wives Natson. I want to be my best for them, but how can I give them both, my everything? They both deserve the attention and love that I can only give one.'' 
 
 Nat gave a sigh of understanding and his eyes twinkled with that spark of a man who'd lived a full life. `` So you do n't think you're enough for two beautiful, amazing women?'' 
 
 `` Well... I want to be.'' Ted replied cautiously. 
 
 `` I think you'll find that here,'' Nat extended his arms wide indicating the paradise that surrounded them, `` Here, you can be more than you ever were in your mortal form.'' 
 
 Ted nodded, he so badly wanted that to be true. Nat's genuine smile seemed to reinforce his words beyond measure, but still there was this nag in the back of Ted's head that made him question. Sitting there on that golden bench, in the pleasant breeze Ted grappled with his pestering predicament. 
 
 Nat was a good friend, but only a friend he'd known in the afterlife. In his bodily form, Nat lived and died many years before Ted. Natson Henry Copper, was his name. He was born English and his voice still held that distinct Londoner accent hammered in by years of leisurely living, sprinkled with raucous events, that gave flavor to his tone and expression. In heaven, Natson was Ted's guide. Veterans of the afterlife were always assigned to new arrivals until they understood the new world around them. He was an excellent judge of personality, and Ted had come to learn that Nat could read the lines on his face like the bold print of a book. Even now, Nat saw the tension in Ted's eyes and the uncertainty spreading across his cheeks. 
 
 `` Its ok to be uncertain at first Ted. You'll learn soon enough.'' Nat took a deep breath tasting the honeyed air and continued, `` The afterlife has a way of pounding in its reality over and over again. Given enough time here I promise you, your old worries will melt away and you'll come to forget your shortcomings and failings of the past.'' 
 
 `` They are beautiful are n't they.'' Ted replied lovingly, lost in the enrapturing beauty of his two wives. Tiffany and Aubrey had begun to dance to the sound of a fiddle that echoed throughout the golden streets. Somewhere far off a fiddler started a lively tune. The sight of his wives and the sound of the music instantly made Ted want to join in the jolly romp, but before he could Natson spoke up. 
 
 `` You know, I do n't think I've introduced you to my three wives.'' He said with a sly grin. 
 
 `` I do n't believe you have.'' Ted said pleasantly as his foot began tapping along with the song. Natson gave a sharp, yet melodic whistle like one used to coo a pet bird. In fact in the next moment three meadowlarks appeared and whipped around the two. They began circling overhead. Ted was n't sure, but it almost looked as if the birds flapped their leathery wings to the tune of the fiddle player. But that was n't right, their wings were of feathers and they beat in time with one another and to their own song too, not the one of the fiddle. 
 
 `` My loves.'' Nat called upwards to the birds and Ted gave him a curious look. Nat looked back to Ted and explained, `` You'll learn that all your loves of the past can become one with another. In my day I loved to watch birds fly with my second wife Carol. That's her there.'' He said pointing up towards one of the meadowlarks. Suddenly the three birds began to transform. They grew larger at first, then their heads changed into that of a human. For a moment they resembled harpies in old tales Ted used to hear as a boy. Then in the next moment human legs sprouted and feathery, human arms flapped gracefully as the three landed in time on a grassy patch. The transformation finished as Ted blinked his eyes. One moment there stood beautiful winged creatures and in the flash of an eye they were replaced by three stunning women, naked and without fault. They approached with pleasant smiles, surrounding Nat and Ted. 
 
 `` That one is Carol, my second wife.'' Nat said pointing out the blonde-haired beauty with shimmering blue eyes. He graciously cradled her hand and gave it a quick kiss before moving on. `` Petunia, my third.'' Again he pointed her out and kissed her hand. Petunia had olive colored skin with black eyes that matched Nat's own. The smirk on her face seemed to suggest a child-like deviance. `` And here is Annabelle, my sixth wife and most beautiful, do n't you agree?'' He kissed the hand of the third women who was by far the most striking. She had red hair, as bright as a flame with green eyes that paired well with her freckled face. Her body was shapely and ample, and her face was thin and defined by sharp cheek bones and a cut jawline. She smiled, flattered, by Nat's compliment revealing a line of crooked teeth. She was not entirely without fault it would seem. 
 
 `` They are wonderful my friend. It is a pleasure you meet you fine women. I would be remiss if I did not say you three are absolutely stunning.'' Ted responded cordially once the introductions were done. The three, without a word, did a curtsy in simultaneously. 
 
 `` My loves are you unhappy?'' Nat asked with a warm smile as he set to proving his point. All three simply shook their heads indicating no, they were not unhappy. Natson clapped his hands together with joy. `` You see my friend? I am but one man and yet I can equally satisfy three wonderful women. It is no hard thing.'' 
 
 `` I am inclined to agree.'' Ted said impressed. The fiddle changed its tune and now the air was filled with the melodic tunes of a gay little song. The sound of the song and the sight of Nat's wives awakened a hunger inside Ted. Lust was a sin and thus so not welcome in heaven, so Ted perished the thought as quickly as it had come. But not quick enough, as Nat gave him a knowing smile.
