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Gates of Heaven – Couples Scene

Another favourite scene from Gates of Heaven… be sure to watch until the end.

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Nailing Flicks – Gates of Heaven

A special episode of Nailing Flicks right here, with all 3 Nailers, Eleanor, Fabrice & gers on the couch for a look at some debut efforts from directors. In this first part, we look at documentarian extraordinaire Errol Morris’ first feature, “Gates Of Heaven” from 1978.

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Gates of Heaven

Drew reviews Errol Morris’ Gates of Heaven

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Gates of Heaven Monologue

Wonderful clip from Errol Morris’s 1978 film “Gates of Heaven”. This woman has a few things to say about the Pet Cemeteries that are the film’s main focus, but mostly she just embarks on a series of details about her life that add up to a wonderful, strange, sad monologue.

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Gates of Heaven

The people who want to bury their pets and the sons of a Pet Cemetary.

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What do you guys think of this story?

I’m an atheist and i thought it was good

The Pearly Gates

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that his faithful dog had been dead for many years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch made from mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate made from pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?" "This is heaven, sir," the man answered. "Wow! Would you happen to have some water? We have traveled far," the man said. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open. "Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked. "I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets."

The man thought a moment, remembering all the years this dog remained loyal to him and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going. After another long walk he came to a plain dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water? We have traveled far." "Yes, sure, there’s a pump over there." The man pointed to a place that couldn’t be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in and help yourself." How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to his dog. "There should be a bowl by the pump; he is welcome to share."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is heaven," was the answer. "Well, that’s confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That’s hell."

"Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No. We’re just happy that they screen out the folks who’d leave their best friends behind in exchange for material things. Life is not about getting what you want, it’s wanting what you already have."

Gates of Heaven

A monologue on motivation while working at a pet cemetary.

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Do you think dogs go to heaven?

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been
dead for years.
He wondered where the road was leading them.After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it,he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk, to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up."
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"May my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and
continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There’s a bowl next to the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the water-bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that’s confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope.That’s hell."
"Doesn’t it make you angry for them to use your name like that?"
"No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."

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Gates of Heaven

excerpt from gates of heaven by errol morris