> > > > > >   > > > > > >     >   > 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. But, to his surprise, St. Peter left > his desk at the > gate and came down the long line to where the lawyer > 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!" > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >