Joe, a stockbroker, dies and goes to the gates of heaven. St. Peter looks at his records and says, "Well, you havn't led a particularly honest life, but you haven't been that bad either. You could go either way, heaven or hell. I'll tell you what you can decide for yourself."
So first Joe tries heaven. He finds fluffy white clouds, people playing harps and singing, and everyone was wearing white and praying. He thinks to himself, "Not bad but kind of boring."
Next he tries hell. He finds people drinking and carousing, trading and gambling, just having a great time. So Joe goes to see the Devil. He asks, "Is it always like this?" The Devil responds, "All the time, pretty good huh?"
So Joe tells St. Peter, "Hope you don't mind but I'm going to hell, it's my kind of place." St. Peter says, "Suit yourself."
Joe reports to hell and as he arrives sees people in chains, burned and sweating, screaming and wreathing in pain. He asks the Devil, "Hey, what's the deal, why has everything changed, what happened?" To this the Devil responds, "Before you were a prospect, now your a client." |
