The Pope and a lawyer
find themselves together before the Pearly Gates. After a small quantum of
time which was spent discussing their respective professions, ol' St. Peter
shows up to usher them to their new Heavenly station. After passing out
wings, harps, halos and such, St. Pete decides to show them to their new
lodgings. Only a brief flight from the welcome, Pete brings them down on the
front lawn (cloud-encrusted, natch) of a huge palatial estate with all sorts
of lavish trappings. This, Pete announces, is where the lawyer will be
spending eternity, (at least until the end of time..) "Hot Dang",
the Pope says to His-self, "If he's getting a place like this, I can
hardly wait to see my digs!". They take flight once again, and as Pete
leads on, the landscape below begins to appear more and more mundane until
they finally land on a street lined with Brownstone houses. Pete indicates
the third walkup on the left as the Popes new domicile and turns to leave,
wishing the pontiff his best. The Pope, in a mild state of astonishment,
cries out "Hey Pete! What's the deal here? You put that lawyer-feller
in a beautiful estate home and I, spiritual leader of terra-firma, end up
with this dive?"
Pete looks at the pontiff amusedly and replys:
"Look here old fellow, this street is practically encrusted with
spiritual leaders from many times and religions. We're putting you here
with them so you guys can get your dogma together. That other guy gets an
estate, because he's the first (non-)damned lawyer to make it up
here!!"
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