A lawyer and a pope show up at the pearly gates at the same time. St Peter says "Follow me and I will take you to your accomodations. They get in an elevator and descend many floors, walk down a narrow hallway and St Peter opens the door to a tiny room with a cot, a sink with only a cold water spigot and a small widow that looked out on a brick wall. St Peter says to the Pope "This is where you will be staying." "Thank you St Peter, I had alway imagined heaven to be just like this."

"Now if you will follow me" St Peter says to the Lawyer, and they get back in the elevator and ascend hundreds of floors, the doors open and reveal a marble and glass penthouse with sweeping views of the fields of heaven. "This is where you will stay my son."

The lawer is dumfounded and stammers. " I dont get it, you just put the Pope, the hoiest man of my generation in what amounts to a closet, and yet you put me here! What have I done to deserve this?

St. Peter laughs " Son we have four hundred some odd Popes up here. You are the first Lawer."