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While walking down the street one day a Member of Parliament is mugged and dies.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.
“Welcome.” says St. Peter. “Normally I go through the Ledger of Deeds but we have a problem with public servants and especially with high officials so we're not sure what to do with you yet.”
“There are no problems, only challenges so just let me in!” says the MP.
“It’s not as simple as that. You get to spend one day in Hell and one in Heaven. Then you can choose where to spend Eternity.”
“Oh really….. I’ve made up my mind. I am fully entitled to be in Heaven.” says the MP.
“I’m sorry, but it doesn’t work like that here. Come with me.”
With that, St. Peter escorts him to the Helevator and he goes down, down, down to Hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a smart 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. They are all accompanied by beautiful earnest young men and women with clipboards.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while doing little and 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 chap, a really 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 Helevator rises....
The Helevator goes up, up, up and the door re-opens near the Pearly gates where St. Peter is waiting for him.

“Now it's time to visit Heaven.” St Peter unlocks the gates and ushers the MP in.
So, the 24 hours pass with the MP joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp, singing, learning to fly, walking in pleasant green valleys, and seriously relaxing. They have a good time and, before he realises it, the 24 hours have gone by and he returns to St. Peter.
“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.”

St. Peter escorts him back to the Helevator and he goes down, down, down to Hell.
The doors of the Helevator open and he’s in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and rubbish. The air is thick with sulphurous fumes, and there is nearby screaming.
He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more refuse falls from above. They are goaded by imps with pitchforks and lesser demons with firebrands.
The Devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder, “Welcome back, I am SO glad to see you again. You made the appropriate choice, well done! Now off you go like the naughty chap you are and do some real work.”
“I don’t understand,” stammers the MP. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, danced with beautiful young flunkies, and we all had a great time! Now there’s just a wasteland full of rubbish and my friends look suicidal! What happened?”

The Devil looks at him, smiles and says, “Ah. Yesterday we were campaigning, today the people voted”

Too True.........