[Moderator's somewhat old joke -- don't know orignal source.  BIG]
 
A man and his ferret were walking along a road.  The man was enjoying the
scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
 
He remembered dying, and that the ferret walking beside him had been dead
for years.
 
He wondered where the road was leading them.
 
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of
the road.  It looked like fine marble.  At the top of a long hill, it
was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
 
When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that
looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked
like pure gold.
 
He and the ferret walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a
man at a desk to one side.
 
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
 
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
 
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
 
Of course, sir.  Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought
right up.
 
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
 
Can my friend," gesturing toward his ferret, "come in, too?" the traveler
asked.
 
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.
 
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and
continued the way he had been going with his ferret.
 
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to
a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never
been closed.  There was no fence.
 
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree
and reading a book.
 
"Excuse me!" he called to the man.  "Do you have any water?
 
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
 
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the ferret
 
"There should be a bowl by the pump."
 
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned
hand pump with a bowl beside it.
 
The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then
he gave some to the ferret.
 
When they were full, he and the ferret walked back toward the man who was
standing by the tree.
 
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
 
This is Heaven," he answered.
 
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said.  "The man down the road
said that was Heaven, too."
 
Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?  Nope.
That's hell."
 
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
 
"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave
their best friends behind."
 
You are all welcome to have a drink of water with me.
[Posted in FML issue 4945]