An accountant dies and
goes to
Heaven. He is met by St Peter who goes through the usual

questionnaire.

“What sort of accountant are you?” says St
Peter

“Public Practitioner,” is the reply.

“Name?”

He gives his
name. St Peter goes through some files and pulls one out.

“Oh, yes.
We’ve been expecting you. You’ve reached your allotted
span,”
says St Peter.

“How can that be?” says the accountant. “I’m too
young to go. I’m
only forty-eight”

“No, that’s impossible.
“

“Why do you say that?”

“Well we’ve been looking at your
time sheets and the hours you’ve
charged your clients. By our
reckoning you’re at least ninety
three.”