A lawyer died and arrived at the pearly
gates. To his dismay, there were thousands of
people ahead of him in line to see St. Peter.
To his surprise, St. Peter left his desk at
the gate and came down the long line to where
the laywer was, and greeted him warmly. Then
St. Peter and one of his assistants took the
lawyer by the hands and guided him up to the
front of the line, and into a comfortable
chair by his desk. The lawyer said, ‘I don’t
mind all this attention, but what makes me so
special?’
St. Peter replied, ‘Well, I’ve added up
all the hours for which you billed your
clients, and by my calculation you must be
about 193 years old!’