While walking down Willis Street in Wellington one day, a senior Member of Parliament is tragically hit by a bus 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 officials around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you.'
'No problem, just let me in,' says the man.
'Well, I'd like to,” replied St Peter, “ 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 already. I want to be in heaven,' says the MP.
'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.' says St Pete.
And with that, St Peter escorts him to the elevator and they climbed in.
They go down, down, down and more down. Finally they stop. The doors open and there is a big sign saying “Welcome to Hell”.
But the MP is surprised when he looks around.
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 deceased friends and other politicians who had worked with him over the years. 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 and champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly & all round nice guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that, before he realises, it's time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and a wave whilst the elevator rises....
The elevator rises up, up and even more up and the door finally opens in heaven where St Peter is waiting for him.
'Now it's time to visit here. Welcome to Heaven,’ announces St Peter. 24 hours passed 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 long, 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 where you would like to be for eternity,’ St Peter asks.
The MP reflects for a minute, then he answers:
'Well, I would never have said it before. I mean heaven has been delightful, Pete; but I think I would be better off in hell forever, if that’s OK with you?'
St Peter agrees and escorts him to the elevator and he goes back down, down, down to hell.
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 smell is awful. 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, 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 - Today YOU voted!’.
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 officials around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you.'
'No problem, just let me in,' says the man.
'Well, I'd like to,” replied St Peter, “ 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 already. I want to be in heaven,' says the MP.
'I'm sorry, but we have our rules.' says St Pete.
And with that, St Peter escorts him to the elevator and they climbed in.
They go down, down, down and more down. Finally they stop. The doors open and there is a big sign saying “Welcome to Hell”.
But the MP is surprised when he looks around.
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 deceased friends and other politicians who had worked with him over the years. 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 and champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly & all round nice guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that, before he realises, it's time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and a wave whilst the elevator rises....
The elevator rises up, up and even more up and the door finally opens in heaven where St Peter is waiting for him.
'Now it's time to visit here. Welcome to Heaven,’ announces St Peter. 24 hours passed 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 long, 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 where you would like to be for eternity,’ St Peter asks.
The MP reflects for a minute, then he answers:
'Well, I would never have said it before. I mean heaven has been delightful, Pete; but I think I would be better off in hell forever, if that’s OK with you?'
St Peter agrees and escorts him to the elevator and he goes back down, down, down to hell.
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 smell is awful. 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, 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 - Today YOU voted!’.