Bill went to Hell first. It was a beautiful, sandy beach with bikini-clad women playing in the water and frolicking about. Bill was very pleased. “This is great!' he told St. Peter. “If this is hell, I really want to see heaven!'
“Fine', said St. Peter, and off they went. Heaven was a place high in the clouds, with angels drifting about, playing harps and singing. Bill thought for a minute, and rendered his decision: “Hmmm. I think I'd prefer Hell.' “Fine', retorted St. Peter, “as you desire.'
So Bill Gates went to Hell. Two weeks later, St. Peter decided to see how Gates was doing in Hell. He found Bill, shackled to a wall, screaming amongst hot flames and tortured by demons. “How's everything going?' he asked Bill.
Bill responded, with his voice filled with anguish: “This is awful! This is nothing like the Hell I visited two weeks ago! What happened to the beautiful beaches, the scantily-clad women playing in the water?' “O those beaches', replied St. Peter, “that was a demo.'