While walking down the street one
day, a high ranking politician is tragically hit by a truck and dies.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to Heaven," says St. Peter.
"Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high
official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with
you."
"No problem, just let me in." says the politician .
"Well, I'd like to but I have orders
from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in Hell and
one in Heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."
"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven," says the politician.
"I'm sorry but we have our rules."
And with that, St. Peter escorts the politician to the elevator and he
goes down, down, down to Hell. The doors open and he finds himself in
the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a club and
standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who
had worked with him, everyone is very happy and in evening dress.
They run to greet him, hug him, and
reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at expense of
the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on
lobster and caviar. Also present is the Devil, who really is a very
friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes.
They are having such a good time
that, before he realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a big
hug and waves while the elevator
rises. The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on Heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.
"Now it's time to visit Heaven." So
24 hours pass with the politician head of state joining a group of
contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and
singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours
have gone by and St. Peter returns.
"Well then, you've spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now choose your eternity."
He reflects for a minute, then the
head of state answers: "Well, I would never have thought it, I mean
Heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in Hell."
So Saint Peter escorts him to the
elevator and he goes down, down, down to Hell. Now the doors of the
elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren land covered with
waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up
the trash and putting it in black bags. The Devil comes over to the
politician and lays an arm on his neck.
"I don't understand," stammers the
politician. Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and club
and we ate lobster and caviar and danced and had a great time. Now all
there is a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.
The Devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted for us!"
Bwahahahahahahahaha. This is spot on. I linked you to my Silly Sunday too.
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Excellent joke! Too bad it can't really be like this! :)
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