While walking down the street one day a politician, a head of state > >is tragically hit by a truck and dies. Her 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 official around these parts, you see, > >so we're not sure what to do with you." > >"No problem, just let me in," says the lady. > >"Well, I'd like to 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. I want to be in Heaven," says the head of > >state. > >"I'm sorry but we have our rules." > >And with that, St. Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down, > >down, down to Hell. The doors open and she finds herself in the middle > >of a green golf course. > >In the distance is a club and standing in front of it are all her friends > >and other politicians who had worked with her, everyone is very happy > >and in evening dress. They run to greet her, hug her, and reminisce about the > >good times they had while getting rich at expense of the people. They play a > >friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar. > >Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a > >good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that, > >before she realizes it, it is time to go. > >Everyone gives her a big hug and waves while the elevator rises. The > >elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on Heaven where St.Peter > >is waiting for her. > >"Now it's time to visit Heaven." > >So 24 hours pass with the head of state joining a group of contented > >souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a > >good time and, before she 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." > >She reflects for a minute, then the head of state answers: "Well, I > >would never have said it, I mean Heaven has been delightful, but I think I > >would be better off in Hell." > >So Saint Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down, down, down > >to Hell. > >Now the doors of the elevator open and she is in the middle of a barren > >land covered with waste and garbage. She sees all her friends, dressed in > >rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags. > >The Devil comes over to her and lays his arm on her neck. > >"I don't understand," stammers the head of state. Yesterday I was here > >and there was a golf course and club and we ate lobster and caviar and > >danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland full of garbage and > >my friends look miserable. > >The Devil looks at her, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning. > >Today you voted for us!"