While walking down the street one day, a female senator is
tragically hit by a truck and dies.  Her soul arrives in heaven
and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to Heaven," says St. Peter.  "Before you settle in, it
seems there is a problem.  We seldom see a high official around
these parts you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the lady.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up.  What
we'll do is have you spend one day in Hell and one in Heaven.
Then you can choose where to spend eternity.
"Really, I've made up my mind.  I want to be in Heaven," says
the senator.
"I'm sorry but we have our rules."  And with that, St. Peter
escorts her to the elevator and she goes down to Hell.
The doors open, and she finds herself in the middle of a green
golf course.
In the distance is a club and standing in front of it are all
her friends and other politicians who had worked with her.
Everyone is very happy.  They run to greet her, hug her, and
reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at
expense of the people.
They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster and
caviar.
Also present is the Devil, who really is a very friendly guy who
has a good time dancing and telling jokes.  They are having such
a good time that before she realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives her a big hug and waves while the elevator rises.
The elevator goes up, up, up, and the door reopens on Heaven
where St. Peter is waiting for her.
"Now it's time to visit Heaven."  So 24 hours pass with the head
of state joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to
cloud, playing the harp and singing.  They have a good time, and
before she realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter
returns.
"Well then, you've spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven.
Now, choose the place where you want to spend eternity."
She reflects for a minute and then answers: "Well, I would never
have said it, I mean Heaven has been delightful, but I think I
would be better off in Hell."
So Saint Peter escorts her to the elevator, and she goes down,
down, down to Hell.
Now, the doors of the elevator open, and she is in the middle of
a barren land covered with waste and garbage.  She sees all her
friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in
black bags.
The Devil comes over to her and lays his arm on her neck.
"I don't understand," stammers the senator.  "Yesterday I was
here, and there was a golf course and club, and we ate lobster
and caviar and we danced  and had a great time.  Now there is a
wasteland full of garbage, and my friends look miserable."
The Devil looks at her, smiles and says,
"Yesterday we were campaigning.
Today, you voted for us!"