to lighten your day

Death Of An Architect

An architect dies in a car accident on his 40th birthday
and finds himself at the Pearly Gates. A brass band is playing, the
Angels
are singing a beautiful hymn, there is a huge crowd cheering and shouting
his name, and absolutely everyone wants to shake his hand. Just when he
thinks things can't possibly get any better, Saint Peter himself runs
over, apologizes for not greeting him personally at the pearly gates,
shakes
his hand and says, "Congratulations son, we've been waiting a long time
for you!"

Totally confused and a little embarrassed, the consultant
sheepishly looks at Saint Peter and says "Saint Peter, I tried to lead a
good life, I loved my family, I tried to obey the 10 commandments, but
congratulations for what? I honestly don't remember doing anything really
special when I was alive."

"Congratulations for what?" says Saint Peter, totally amazed at the man's
modesty.
"We're celebrating the fact that you lived to be 160 years old! God
himself
wants to see you!"

The architect is awe-struck and can only look at Saint Peter with his
mouth
agape.
When he regains his power of speech, he looks up at Saint
Peter and says "Saint Peter, I lived my life in the eternal hope that
when I
died I would be found to be worthy, but I only lived to be forty."
"That's simply impossible son," says Saint Peter. "We've
added up your timesheets!"





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