Bill Gates dies He finds himself in purgatory, being sized up by St. Peter.
"Well, Bill, I�m really confused on this call. I�m not sure whether to send you to Heaven or Hell. After all, you enormously helped society by putting a computer in almost every home in America, yet you also created that ghastly Windows �95. I�m going to do something I�ve never done before in your case: I�m going to let you decide where you want to go."
Bill replied, "What�s the difference between the two?"
St. Peter said, "I�m willing to let you visit both places briefly, if it will help your decision."
"Fine, but where should I go first?"
"I�ll leave that up to you."
"Okay then," said Bill, "Let�s try Hell first."
So Bill went to Hell. It was a beautiful, clean, sandy beach with clear waters and lots of bikini-clad women running around, playing in the water, laughing and frolicking about. The sun was shining, the temperature perfect. He 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. It was very nice, but not as enticing as Hell.
Bill thought for a quick minute, and rendered his decision. "Hmmm. I think I�d prefer Hell," he told St. Peter.