A lawyer of merely 35 years of age died and went to heaven. As he stood at the pearly gates, he protested to St. Peter, "But this has to be wrong. I can't die yet!! I'm in the prime of my life, my career's great, and I'll soon be made a worldwide partner. And I'm only 35!!!"
St. Peter thought to himself for a while, and replied, "Well, son, God doesn't make mistakes, but if you insist, I'll check." Whereupon he turned and floated away.
After 10 minutes or so, St. Peter returned. "Well, young fellow, I've checked, and it appears that your time has indeed come. You see, although you ARE only 35, but looking at your time sheets and billing records, your billable hours make you 86."
St. Peter thought to himself for a while, and replied, "Well, son, God doesn't make mistakes, but if you insist, I'll check." Whereupon he turned and floated away.
After 10 minutes or so, St. Peter returned. "Well, young fellow, I've checked, and it appears that your time has indeed come. You see, although you ARE only 35, but looking at your time sheets and billing records, your billable hours make you 86."
