Three men had died in a plane crash and were waiting at the Gates. St. Peter was taking notes when God strolled by. The three men, some with bits of wreckage attached to them caught his eye, so he engaged them in conversation.
"One of my hobbies is relative intelligence, and success in the temporal world" said God, "So I ask people about themselves -- say, you with the airplane seat around your neck, what is your IQ?"
"170" was the reply.
"Well God mused. I shall enjoy chatting with you for eternity about politics of man and his place in the universe."
"The one wearing the lifebelt backwards, what is your intelligence?"
"145", he answered.
God looked pleasantly surprised. "Quite respectable, I am sure our discourses on science and philosophy will while away many an evening in this Elysian abode." Finally he turned to the third man, his suit pressed, not a hair out of place and without a mark on him,
"And what would your IQ be?
"Uh, 65 I think", came the answer.
"Really!", God said, "How's the market?"
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