While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
â€œWelcome to heaven,â€ says St. Peter. â€œBefore you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so weâ€™re not sure what to do with you.â€
â€œNo problem, just let me in,â€ says the man.
â€œWell, Iâ€™d like to, but I have orders from higher up. What weâ€™ll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.â€
â€œReally, Iâ€™ve made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,â€ says the senator.
â€œIâ€™m sorry, but we have our rules.â€
And with that, St. Peter escorts him 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 clubhouse 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, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.
They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne.
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 hearty farewell and waves while the elevator risesâ€¦
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.
â€œNow itâ€™s time to visit heaven.â€
Tiara-Tip to Lord Nazh’s Daily Ramble.