Old man Jackson, the miser, at last went to his reward and presented himself at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter greeted him with appropriate solemnity and escorted him to his new abode. Walking past numerous elegant mansions finally, they arrived at a dilapidated shack at the end of the street.
Jackson, much taken aback, began, "Hey! Why am I left with a run-down shack when all of these others around me have fine mansions?"
"Well, sir," replied St. Peter, "we did the best we could with the money you sent us." |
