Bill Gates dies and goes to heaven. When he gets there, he's put up in a lovely 25,000 sq ft mansion on 250 acres, with his own personal barber and all that. It's peachy keen.
One day, he's out walking in this splendid park and meets a very nattily dressed gentleman.
"Wow, that's a really nice suit," Bill says to the man.
"Yes," he replies. "It's one of many I was given when I came here."
"So where do you live?" asks Bill.
"I live in the 50,000 sq ft mansion on the 500 acre lot," says the man.
Bill is surprised a little. "Wow, you must have been very important on Earth. What did you do, anyway?"
"Why, I was captain of the Titanic," the man says.
"Captain of the Titanic!" Bill exclaims. "Look, I'll see you later, okay?"
Bill rushes off to find St. PEter. "Peter!" he hollers. "I need to talk to you just a minute."
"Certainly, Bill. What can I help you with?
"Well, I just met the captain of the Titanic and - well, I'm not complaning or anything - but he's got a bigger house and more property and nicer clothes than I've got. The captain of the Titanic! I don't get it."
"Well, Bill," St. Peter says, "you see, the Titanic only crashed once."