While walking down the street one day an Internet Marketer was tragically hit by a car and died.
His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance. "Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter.
"Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see Internet Marketers around these
parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the Marketer.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we'll do is have you spend one day
in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."
"Really?, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the Marketer.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.
The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a
clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other marketers who had JV'd with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress.. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and
reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of other people.
They played a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time dancing
and telling jokes.
They are all having such a good time that before the Marketer realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises. The elevator goes up,
up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him, "Now it's time to
So, 24 hours passed with the Marketer joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud
to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the
24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."
The Marketer reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never have said it before,
I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell."
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell...
Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste
and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black
bags as more trash falls from above.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.
"I don't understand," stammers the Marketer. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course
and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time.
Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"
The devil smiles at him and says, "Yesterday we were running an advertising campaign.
Today, you took delivery of the product."