Heaven or Hell

[Val]

While walking down the street one day a Member of Parliament is
tragically hit by a car 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 officials like yourself around here, you see,
so we’re not sure what to do with you.”

“No problem, just let me in,” says the MP.

“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 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 realises it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell 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 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 realises 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.”

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 to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he’s in the middle of a
barren land covered with waste and rubbish.

He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the rubbish
and putting it in black bags as more rubbish falls from above.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.

“I 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, and danced and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland full of
rubbish and my friends look miserable. What happened?”

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, “Yesterday we were
campaigning…

…today you voted.”

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[SuzAndTheDiva]

;D  ;D

[*Lassie*]

Sound a bit like the state of the country at the moment ::)
Good one Val ;D

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