A banker died. When he arrived at the junction between heaven and hell, God gave him a choice between the two. The banker decided to take a tour.
He toured heaven. It was calm, serene and comfortable. Then he toured hell. There were nightclubs, endless bars, girls all around and loud music. He obviously chose the hell.
When he entered hell, there were fireballs, demons spitting java and not a pickle to eat. He turned to God and asked ‘What happened! Where are the parties and the girls?’
God replied, ‘oh, that was just something that the boys from the marketing put together.’
