Bill Gates died and found himself in purgatory being sized
up by St. Peter. "Well, Bill, I'm really confused on this call. I'm not
sure whether to send you to Heaven or Hell. After all, you helped society
enormously by putting a computer in almost every home in America, yet you
also created that ghastly Windows 95. I'm going to do something I've never
done before in your case: I'm going to let you decide where you want to
go."
Bill replied, "What's the difference between the
two?"
St. Peter said, "I'm willing to let you visit both
places briefly, if it will help your decision."
"Fine, but where should I go first?"
"I'll leave that up to you."
"Okay then," said Bill. "Let's try Hell
first."
So Bill went to Hell. It was a beautiful and clean. Bill saw
a sandy beach with clear waters and lots of bikini-clad women running
around, playing in the water, laughing and frolicking about. The sun was
shining, the temperature perfect. He was very pleased.
"This is great!" he told St. Peter. "If this
is Hell, I really want to see Heaven!"
"Fine," said St. Peter, and off they went.
Heaven was a place high in the clouds, with angels drifting
about, playing harps and singing. It was very nice, but not as enticing as
Hell.
Bill thought for a quick minute, and rendered his decision.
"Hmmm. I think I'd prefer Hell," he told St. Peter.
"Fine," retorted St. Peter, "as you
desire." So Bill Gates went to Hell.
Two weeks later, St. Peter decided to check on the late
billionaire to see how he was doing in Hell. When he got there, he found
Bill shackled to a wall in a dark cave, screaming amongst hot flames, being
burned and tortured by demons.
"How's everything going?" he asked Bill.
With his voice filled with anguish and disappointment, Bill
responded, "This is awful! This is nothing like the Hell I visited two
weeks ago! I can't believe this is happening! What happened to that other
place, with the beautiful beaches and the scantily clad women playing in the
water?"
"That was a demo," replied St. Peter.
