The accountant died. The Apostle Peter looked into the book of his life, scratched the nymph and said:
You have equal sins and righteous deeds. So I’ll give you a choice: Heaven or Hell.
I went on an excursion. They go to hell, and there a bunch of clerks are hanging, swirling, documents are carried, printers chew paper, compops are hanged, servacles are dull, coffee is liters, cigarette smoke is hanging, the chiefs are hanging, phones are ringing - the month is closed.
The accountant rejected:
I have had enough of that in my life! I want to see heaven.
They come to heaven, they open the door and... The same picture – clerks, runners, documents, compasses, calls, screams.
Accountants are confused:
Right now the same!
No, they have a balance!