Heaven Or Hell
An ardent golfer dies and finds himself at the pearly gates.
St. Peter tells the man he has lived an exemplary life and
that he can go right in.
The man asks, "St. Peter, where is the golf course?"
"I'm terribly sorry," replies St. Peter, "but that's one
thing we don't have here."
The man turns and decides that he will see if the situation
is any better in hell. On the road to hell, he is greeted
by the devil who has already heard of the golfer's rejection
of heaven.
"This way, sir," says the devil, "the finest tournament-quality
18 holes you are likely to find this side of Augusta, Georgia."
The golfer looks around and agrees that it is the finest
course he has ever seen and decides he'd rather spend eternity
there than in heaven, so he signs up for the full package.
"So," he says to the devil, "why don't you go get me some
clubs and balls and I'll have the game of my after-life."
"I'm sorry, sir, we don't have any."
"What?" says the man. "No balls or clubs for a fine course
like this?"
"No, sir," says the devil fiendishly, "that's the hell of
it."
