A diabetic dies and goes to heaven. (Naturally.)
"Welcome to Heaven," says St. Peter.
"Thank you," says the diabetic. "It's about time. What took you so long?"
"What do you mean what took us so long?" asks St. Peter.
"I mean I'm 360 years old! What took you so long?"
"360? That's impossible!" says St. Peter. "According to our records, you're only 82."
"Yeah? Check again," answers the diabetic.
St. Peter punches some keys on his keyboard, furrows his brow, then brightens.
"You're right," he says. "I see what happened. We calculated your age based on the number of times you changed lancets."