Thread by @RCdeWinter

While walking down the street one day, a senator was hit by a truck and killed. His soul arrived in Heaven and was met by St. Peter at the entrance.

"Welcome to Heaven," said Saint Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there’s a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," said the senator.

“Well, I'd like to,” replied Saint Peter, “but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have you spend one day in Hell and one in Heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."

"There's no need! I want to be in Heaven," said the senator.

"I'm sorry, but we have our rules." And with that, Saint Peter escorted him to an elevator. The doors opened and he rode the elevator down, down, down. When the doors opened again, the senator was in the middle of a beautiful green golf course.

In the distance was a clubhouse and standing in front of it were many of his friends and politicians he’d worked with. Everyone was in formal dress and strolled over to greet him.

They reminisced about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. Then they played a friendly game of golf, after which they dined on lobster and caviar.

The Devil himself made an appearance. He was a very friendly guy who enjoyed dancing and telling jokes. They were having a great time but soon it was time for the senator to leave.

The men slapped him on the back and the women hugged him and everybody waved while the elevator rose. The elevator went up, up, up, and the door reopened in Heaven.

Several hours passed after the senator joined a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They had a wholesome good time before Saint Peter returned.

"Well, you've spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven. Now, you must choose where you want to spend eternity,” said Saint Peter.

The senator reflected a minute before saying, "Well, I would never would have thought it, but although Heaven has been delightful, I think I would be better satisfied in Hell."

Saint Peter escorted him to the elevator, and down, down, down he went into Hell. The elevator doors open and he was in the middle of barren land covered with waste and garbage. He saw all his friends dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags.

It’s hot, hot, hot, and the odor is just horrible. The Devil came over to welcome him and laid an arm around his shoulder.

"I don't understand," stammered the senator. "The day I was here there was a golf course and club, and we ate lobster and caviar and danced and had a great time. Now all there is is a wasteland full of garbage and all my friends are miserable."

The Devil looked at the senator, smiled and said, "Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted for us."