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Three doctors, old friends from medical school, are driving to a conference when the car goes out of control and falls off a cliff, killing all three. Their souls are instantly taken up to the Pearly Gates. St. Peter is standing there, book in hand, and he's not happy. It's been a long day, he's just checked through the former occupants of a crashed Russian airliner, and it's just about closing time when these three doctors show up. St. Peter says, "Okay, look, let's get this over with. You, number one, what's your story?" The first doctor steps up and says, "I was a pediatrician, and helped children grow to be healthy and strong." St. Peter nods, gestures, and lets the first doctor float on in to eternal bliss. The second approaches, and St. Peter says, "Okay, what's your claim to fame?" The second doctor says, "I was a coronary specialist who helped people live longer, happier lives." St. Peter gives him the go-ahead, and the second doctor picks up his harp and finds a comfy cloud. The third doctor approaches, and St. Pete leans on the podium and says, "Yes. And as for you?" The third doctor says, "Well, I got out of practicing five years ago, started an HMO, and netted ten million last year." St. Peter's eyes narrow. In as much of a sneer as an angel can muster, he passes sentence on the third doctor: "Okay, fine. That's cool. You can come in..." The doctor beams and floats upward. "...and will be discharged within twenty-four hours." |
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