NOT MUCH FOR HEAVEN TO WORK WITH
A rich stingy man died and went to heaven. At the Pearly Gates, he was greeted courteously. An angel was summoned to escort him to his eternal residence. They passed stately marble mansions with sweeping green lawns. As they walked, the houses gradually became smaller. Finally they came to a small, unfinished tar-paper shack. “This, sir,” said the angel, “is your heavenly home.” “What!” snorted the man. “There must be a horrible mistake. I’m a wealthy man. This will never do.” “We’re sorry, sir,” the angel said, “we did the best we could but these are the materials you sent us.” From Guidepost
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