Humor or truth? You decide.
While walking down the street a US senator is hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter.
“Welcome to heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, there is a problem. We seldom see a high official so we're not sure what to do with you.”
“No problem, just let me in,” says the senator.
“Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from on high. 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 senator.
“I'm sorry, but we have our rules.”
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 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, a friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before long the Senator is told his twenty-four hours are up and he will have to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door opens to heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him. Now it's time to visit heaven.
Twenty-four hours pass with the senator 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.
“Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.”
The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: “Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven is delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.”
St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors of the elevator open and 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. “I don't understand,” stammers the senator. “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 campaigning....then you voted.”