The Travel Agent died and went to heaven. When his turn came to stand in front of St. Peter the scales stayed horizontal balancing good and evil perfectly. "That's very unusual", said St. Peter, "Now I am not sure whether to send you to heaven or hell?"

"Well what are they like?", asked the Travel Agent, and St. Peter handed him a book. The pages describing heaven showed lots of people sitting around in white clothes singing hymns and praying. In contrast the pages on hell showed scantilly dressed people sitting round lovely sandy beaches, swimming pools and cool clean seas. "Well if I have the choice I'll go to hell then.", said the Travel Agent. So St. Peter pulled the lever and the agent dropped through into a sea of boiling stinking stuff with fires everywhere. As the doors above closed the Travel Agent yelled at St. Peter "This isn't what you told me" "Ah", said St. Peter, "but that was the brochure!"