A famous Senator died and went up to the Pearly Gates, where he met St. Peter. St. Peter looked through his Book, eyed the Senator, and said, "Well, you've had a varied life. Some good, some bad. To tell you the truth, We're a little on the fence about you. So I'll tell you what We're going to do. You can go down to Hell for 24 hours and see what it's like. Then you can come up to Heaven for the following 24 hours, and see what that's like. Then you can make a choice, of which one you want to spend the rest of Eternity in."
The Senator was surprised, and said, "Well, I can hardly imagine a more fair proposition. I'm ready when you are."
So St. Peter put the Senator in the Big Elevator, and he went down, down, down. The doors opened, and he stepped out. He found himself in a lush green country club. People were playing golf, sipping drinks in the shade, and generally enjoying themselves. All his friends were there, and the came over and greeted him happily. The Devil was there too, as expected, but the Senator found him a surprisingly agreeable fellow.
They went to a big party, and the Senator had a wonderful time, reminiscing with his friends about the good old days, eating caviar and cake, drinking wine etc. When his 24 hours was up, he was understandably reluctant to leave, but he stepped back into the Big Elevator and went up, up, up.
St. Peter greeted him at the top, and said, "Now you'll experience 24 hours of Heaven."
So the Senator entered Heaven, and found it a very nice place too. People were flying gently around with beautiful white wings, sitting on clouds, playing harps etc. There was sweetness and light everywhere, and no trouble or pain. After 24 hours of that, St. Peter came to get the Senator.
"Well, you've had a look at Hell for 24 hours, and at Heaven for 24 hours. It's time for you to decide which place you'll spend all of Eternity in. What's your decision?"
The Senator hesitated, and finally replied, "Well, this may sound strange, but both places were exceedingly nice. But I really think I'd like it better in Hell, based on what I've seen. So that's where I'd like to go."
So St. Peter brought him to the Big Elevator for the last time, and the Senator went down, down, down. He stepped out, and found himself in a brutal, fiery landscape, with heat and sulfur blasting at him from many directions. His friends were there, but they were miserable, toting heavy loads in dreadful conditions, with little to eat and drink, and no respite.
The Devil came up to him and said, "Well, looks like you decided to come here after all."
The Senator stuttered and said, "But what happened to the country club? The lush green fields? The parties, the wine, the caviar? It wasn't at all like this when I was here earlier!"
The Devil replied, "We often get that reaction. You see, yesterday we were campaigning, Senator. Today, you voted."