The Pope and a lawyer find themselves together before the Pearly
Gates. After a small quantum of time which was spent discussing their
respective professions, ol' St. Peter shows up to usher them to their
new Heavenly station. After passing out wings, harps, halos and such,
St. Pete decides to show them to their new lodgings. Only a brief flight
from the welcome, Pete brings them down on the front lawn
(cloud-encrusted, natch) of a huge palatial estate with all sorts of
lavish trappings. This, Pete announces, is where the lawyer will be
spending eternity, (at least until the end of time..) "Hot Dang", the
Pope says to His-self, "If he's getting a place like this, I can hardly
wait to see my digs!". They take flight once again, and as Pete leads
on, the landscape below begins to appear more and more mundane until
they finally land on a street lined with Brownstone houses. Pete
indicates the third walkup on the left as the Popes new domicile and
turns to leave, wishing the pontiff his best. The Pope, in a mild state
of astonishment, cries out "Hey Pete! What's the deal here? You put that
lawyer-feller in a beautiful estate home and I, spiritual leader of
terra-firma, end up with this dive?" Pete looks at the pontiff amusedly
and replys: "Look here old fellow, this street is practically encrusted
with spiritual leaders from many times and religions. We're putting you
here with them so you guys can get your dogma together. That other guy
gets an estate, because he's the first (non-)damned lawyer to make it up
here!!"