A lawyer dies in a car accident on his 40th birthday and finds himself greeted at the Pearly Gates by a brass band.
Saint Peter runs over, shakes his hand and says “Congratulations!”
“Congratulations for what?” asks the lawyer.
“Congratulations for what?” says Saint Peter. “We’re celebrating the fact that you lived to be 160 years old.”
“But that’s not true,” says the lawyer. “I only lived to be forty.”
”That’s impossible,” says Saint Peter. “We’ve added up the billed hours from your time sheets.”