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While walking down the street one day a
"Member of Parliament" is tragically hit by a truck and dies.
His 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
man. ' 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 MP.

' 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 other politicians who had worked with him.

Everyone is very happy and in evening dress.
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, who really is a
very friendly & nice guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They
are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and
waves while the elevator rises.... The elevator goes up, up, up and the door
reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

' Now it's time to visit heaven. ' So, 24
hours pass with the MP 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, then, you've spent a day in hell and
another in heaven. Now choose your eternity. 'The MP reflects for a minute,
then he 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. '

So 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 thetrash and putting it in black
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 MP. '
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.