Twin brothers were born. As they grew up, one took the path of least resistance, and did not live a very good life. He drank, gambled, cheated on his wife, stole, embezzled-you name it. Of course, because of his lifestyle, he did not live to be very old.
Years and years later, the other twin-who had lead an exemplary-died with his loved ones by his side at the ripe old age of 89.
So when he got to heaven, St. Peter asked him if he had any requests. He said to St. Peter, “Look, I know my twin brother didn’t lead a good life, but he was my brother, and if it’s okay with you, I’d really like to take one last look at him.”
“Certainly, my son,” St. Peter said as he parted the clouds to peer down into the underworld. The man saw the most extraordinary thing! His brother was on a deserted island in a lake of fire, with a beautiful blonde on one hand and a bottle of 100-year-old whiskey in the other!
“I don’t get it,” the man said, “What kind of punishment is that?”
“Ah,” said St. Peter, “Don’t be deceived by looks, my son. All is not what it appears to be. You see, the bottle of whiskey has a hole in it, but the girl . . . “
