LAST CALL: Heard the one about the PR exec in heaven? (Didn't thinkso....)

Here's a tale for the next time you're out with colleagues:

A highly successful PR exec dies, and her soul arrives in heaven. She's

met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter.

"We've never once had a PR executive make it this far, and we're not

really sure what to do with you," he says. "So we're going to let you

have a day in hell and a day in heaven, and you can choose whichever one

you want to spend eternity in."

St. Peter puts her in an elevator, and it goes to hell. The doors open,

and she steps out onto a beautiful golf course, and there are all her

friends dressed in evening wear and cheering for her. They play a round

of golf and then go to the clubhouse, where they all enjoy a delicious

lobster dinner. The PR exec meets the devil himself, who is both

handsome and charming.

She leaves reluctantly, and the elevator takes her straight up to

heaven, where she spends the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds,

playing the harp, and singing, before returning to St. Peter to


"So, what'll it be?" he asks. She pauses for a while, and replies, "I

never thought I'd say this, but although heaven was lovely, I think I

had a better time in hell." So down she goes.

When the doors of the elevator open, however, she finds herself standing

in a desolate wasteland. Her friends are dressed in rags, and they're

all picking up garbage.

The considerably less-handsome devil comes over to her and puts his arm

around her with a leer. "I don't understand," the woman complains.

"Yesterday there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster

and danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of

garbage, and all my friends look miserable."

The devil looks at her and smiles. "Yesterday we were pitching to you;

today you're a client."

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