walking down the street one day a Member of Parliament 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.'
problem, just let me in,' says the man.
'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 MP.
'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.'
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he
down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he found 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
had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and dressed 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 played a friendly game of golf and then dined on lobster, caviar
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly & nice
who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a
good time that before he realizes it, it's time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and wave whilst the elevator
The elevator rises and the door opens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting
'Now it's time to visit heaven.'
So, 24 hours pass with the MP 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.
then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now
choose your eternity.'
The MP reflects for a minute, then he answers: 'Well, I would never
have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I
would be better off in hell.'
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down
When the doors open he's 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 as more trash falls from above.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. '
don't understand,' stammers the MP.
'Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and
we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, danced and had a great
time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends
look miserable. What happened? '
The devil looks at him, smiles and says, ' Yesterday we were
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