Well, one day a politician died and went to heaven. He was met at the pearly gates by Saint Peter, who shook his hand warmly and led him in. "Please follow me", he said, "I'll show you your new place of eternal rest". The politician followed Saint Peter down a wide street of gold. Soon they came to a pretty little cottage. "Is that mine?" he asked. "Oh no", said Saint Peter, "that one is for a Bishop". So they continued down the street until they came to another lovely little cottage. "How about that one?" asked the politician. "No.no", replied Saint Peter, "that's another one for a Bishop". This happened several more times, each time passing by a cottage, reserved for a Bishop. Finally they came to an immense, beautiful mansion, more grand than anything imagined. "Here we are", said Saint Peter, "your new home of eternal rest". The politician was astounded and overwhelmed. "For me!" he cried. "There must be some mistake. All those little cottages are for Bishops, and this beautiful mansion is for me!" "Oh yes", answered Saint Peter, "there's no mistake. You see, we get Bishops up here all the time. . . but you're the first politician we've ever had!". LeeBrown
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