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The Pope and a lawyer find themselves together before the Pearly Gates.
After a small quantum of time which was spent discussing their respective
professions, ol' St. Peter shows up to usher them to their new Heavenly
station.

After passing out wings, harps, halos and such, St. Pete decides to show 
them to their new lodgings. Only a brief flight from the welcome, Pete 
brings them down on the front lawn (cloud-encrusted, natch) of a huge 
palatial estate with all sorts of lavish trappings. This, Pete announces, 
is where the lawyer will be spending eternity, (at least until the end 
of time...) "Hot Dang", the Pope says to His-self, "If he's getting a 
place like this, I can hardly wait to see my digs!"

They take flight once again, and as Pete leads on, the landscape below
begins to appear more and more mundane until they finally land on a
street lined with brownstone houses. Pete indicates the third walkup on
the left as the Pope's new domicile and turns to leave, wishing the
pontiff his best.

JP2, in a mild state of astonishment, cries out "Hey Pete! What's the 
deal here? You put that lawyer-feller in a beautiful estate home and I,
spiritual leader of terra-firma, end up with this dive?" Pete looks at 
the pontiff amusedly and replys: "Look here old fellow, this street is
practically encrusted with spiritual leaders from many times and 
religions. We're putting you here with them so you guys can get your
dogma together. That other guy gets an estate, because he's the first
(non-)damned lawyer to make it up here!!"


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[From the personal archives]

Welcome to Hell... Here's your copy of Windows.