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Now for a joke from Sally
Heaven or Hell.
Here in Ireland there is a little tradition that takes place two weeks before you die. In the night the angel of death visits you and takes you on a journey.
Michael had just fallen asleep when the angel arrived and swept him off in his arms. The first stop was heaven and he set Michael down on his feet on a cloud.
“Now Michael, when you die you have a choice to come to heaven or go to hell. I am going to show you the options. Here in heaven you will be allocated your own cloud, a harp and a white toga that it is your responsibility to wash when the cloud rains once a week.
Michael looked less than impressed and after a brief look around the angel swept him back up again and plummeted downwards.
They entered through a large ornate iron gate and the angel dropped Michael to the floor where he stood looking around him in amazement. There was a swimming pool with bikini clad beautiful women, a bar serving pints of Guinness and shots of whisky, there was a hot tub and he could hear some great music coming from the beach where the smell of cooking sausages wafted across to him.
The angel looked at him and asked if he had made up his mind where he wanted to go.
Michael had no hesitation in telling him he wanted to go to hell.
The angel returned Michael to his bed and left him to wake up in the morning without any recollection of the night’s travels.
Sure enough two weeks later, Michael passed away and in a flash found himself back at the gates of hell. His memory of his recent trip fully restored, he rang the bell, and was ushered in and straight through a door marked ‘Reception and Induction’
To his horror he found himself knee high in cow dung and there were thousands of other people all shovelling the muck into carts pulled by other men and women, harnessed and being whipped.
He turned back to the door to see a guard with his arms crossed keeping an eye on the proceedings. Now Michael had been known in life as a man who was not going to take any nonsense from anybody and he stormed over to the guard and demanded to see the head man.
He berated the guard for some time and eventually the door opened and the devil himself appeared.
Michael explained that he had been shown around by the angel and where was the pool; the bikini clad beautiful women and the bar? He had not signed up for dung shovelling.
The devil smiled benignly at the man and turned on his heel. Over his shoulder he uttered the oft heard words on earth.
“That was marketing, now you are a customer!”
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