Just wanted to share it, because, well, just something about it, you know?
Quote:
A man and his dog 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 dog 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 dog 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 dog, "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 dog.
>
> 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 dog.
>
> "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 dog.
>
> When they were full, he and the dog 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."
> the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
>
> He remembered dying, and that the dog 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 dog 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 dog, "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 dog.
>
> 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 dog.
>
> "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 dog.
>
> When they were full, he and the dog 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."
