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While on his morning walk, Prime Minister Gordon Brown falls over, has a heart attack and dies because the accident and emergency department, at his nearest hospital is too understaffed to treat him in time.
So his soul arrives in Heaven and he is met by Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates.
"Welcome to Heaven," says Saint Peter, "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem.
We seldom see a Socialist around these parts, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in; I'm a good Christian; I'm a believer," says the PM.
"I'd like to just let you in but I have orders from God Himself. He says that since the implementation of his new HEAVEN CHOICES policy, you have to spend one day in Hell and one day in Heaven.
Then you must choose where you'll live for eternity."
"But I've already made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven," replies Brown.
"I'm sorry .. But we have our rules," Peter interjects. And, with that, St. Peter escorts him to an elevator and he goes down, down, down ...all the way to Hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a lush golf course.
The sun is shining in a cloudless sky. The temperature is a perfect 22C degrees.
In the distance is a beautiful club-house.
Standing in front of it is Harold Wilson and thousands of other Socialist luminaries who had helped him out over the years --- John Smith, Michael Foot, Jim Callaghan, etc.
The whole of the Labour Party leaders were there ..
Everyone laughing, happy and casually but expensively dressed.
They run to greet him, to hug him and to reminisce about the good times they had getting rich at the expense of 'suckers and peasants.'

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and caviar.
The Devil himself comes up to Brown with a frosty drink, "Have a tequila and relax, Gord!" "Uh, I can't drink anymore, I took a pledge," says Brown, dejectedly.
"This is Hell, son.
You can drink and eat all you want and not worry and it just gets better from there!"
Brown takes the drink and finds himself liking the Devil, who he thinks is a really very friendly bloke who tells funny jokes like himself
and pulls hilarious nasty pranks, kind of like the ones the Labour Party
pulled with the European Constitution and the Education, Immigration,
Tough on Crime promises.
They are having such a great time that, before he realises it, it's time to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves as Brown steps on the elevator and heads upward.
When the elevator door reopens, he is in Heaven again and Saint Peter is waiting for him. "Now it's time to visit Heaven," the old man says, opening the gate..
So for 24 hours Brown is made to hang out with a bunch of honest, good-natured people who enjoy each other's company, talk about things other than money and treat each other decently. Not a nasty prank or short-arse joke among them. No fancy country clubs here and while the food tastes great, it's not caviar or lobster. And these people are all poor. He doesn't see anybody he knows and he isn't even treated like someone special!
"Whoa," he says uncomfortably to himself. "Harold Wilson never prepared me for this!"
The day done, Saint Peter returns and says, "Well, you've spent a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Now choose where you want to live for Eternity."

With the 'Deal or No Deal' theme playing softly in the background, Brown reflects for a minute ... Then answers: "Well, I would never have thought I'd say this -- I mean, Heaven has been delightful and all -- but I really think I belong in Hell with my friends."
So Saint Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to Hell.
The doors of the elevator open and he is in the middle of a barren scorched earth covered with garbage and toxic industrial wasteland, looking a bit like the eroded rabbit and fox affected Australian outback but worse and more desolate.
He is horrified to see all of his friends, dressed in rags and chained together, picking up the roadside rubbish and putting it into black plastic bags.
They are groaning and moaning in pain, faces and hands black with grime.

The Devil comes over to Brown and puts an arm around his shoulder." I don't understand," stammers a shocked Brown, "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a club-house and we ate lobster and caviar and drank tequila. We lazed around and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and everybody looks miserable!"
The Devil looks at him, smiles slyly and purrs, "Yesterday we were campaigning; today you voted for us!"

[Bumps]

Brilliant! Reminds me of another one I heard:

George W Bush dies and goes to Hell. At the gates, Satan greets him and says, "Well George, we have 3 choices of pennance for eternity, I'll show you them all and then you must pick one. Follow me". Off they walk.

Satan stops by a door and says, "this is the first one, see what you think."

Behind the door is a man filling up a bucket from a running stream and carrying it across to fill an empty pool. But the bucket has a hole in it and no matter how quickly he runs, the water has drained away by the time he gets there. He does it again, and again, and again; same result. George watches for a while.

"Erm, no thanks, don't fancy that", says George W.

"OK", replies Satan, "on to the next choice. We're nothing if not reasonable here".

Behind the next door, a man is pushing a large round rock up a hill. As he gets almost to the top, he slips, and the rock rolls back to the bottom an he has to start again. And again, and again. George looks worried.

George says straight away, "Jeez, this is tough Satan buddy, what's the third choice?"

"Last one, then George. You must make up your mind after this one", says Satan.

"OK", gulps George, as the last door is opened.

George peers round the corner into an exact replica of the Oval Office. Sitting behind the huge desk is Bill Clinton, smoking a fat Havana cigar, with a glass of single malt in his other hand. Monica Lewinsky is kneeling under the desk, giving Bill 'oral pleasure'.

"Oh yeah, I'll take this one - lemme in!!" shouts George.

Satan replies "Excellent choice George. Monica, you're free to go".

[Z4 Beemer]

Both brilliant

[peterg1965]

I agree, both very amusing!

[beemerbird]

Very good gentlemen.

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haha very good, both of them!!

TSL