One day, while crossing the street, a US Senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the gates. “Welcome to Heaven,” says St. Peter. “It seems there is a problem. We seldom see a Government official around these parts, so we’re not sure what to do with you.”
“No problem, just let me in”, says the man. Saint Peter says, “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 Senator.
“I’m sorry, but we have our rules.” And with that, St.Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and 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 friends and fellow politicians who had worked with him. Everyone seems very happy and dressed in elegant attire. 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 play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne. Also present, is the devil. He is very nice guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes.
They are having such a good time that before he realizes, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator ascends.
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens to heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him. “Now it’s time to visit heaven.” So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
“Well, you’ve spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.”
The senator reflects for a minute, then answers: “Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.” Saint Peter proclaims,
“Your Vote is Cast”.
With that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and 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 bags as more trash falls from above.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.
“I don’t understand”, stammers the senator. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and 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.”