Got this in my e-mail today. Thought you might like it.

A man and his dog were walking  along a road. The man was enjoying the?
scenery, when it suddenly  occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered
dying, and that the dog  walking beside him had been dead for years. He
wondered where the road was  leading them. After a while, they came to a
high, white stone wall along one  side of the road.

It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill  it was broken by?
a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was  standing before it he
saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like  Mother of Pearl, and the?
street that led to the gate looked like pure  gold. He and the dog walked
toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a  man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse  me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow!  Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.  "Of course sir.
Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right  up." The
man? gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the
traveller  asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road  and
continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another  long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came?
to a dirt road  which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never?
been  closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man
inside,  leaning against a tree and reading a book.

?"Excuse me!" he called  to the reader. "Do you have any water?"

??"Yeah, sure, there's  a pump over there". The man pointed to a place
that couldn't be seen from  outside the gate. "Come on in."

????? "How about  my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the  dog.

????? "There should be a bowl by the pump."  They went through the gate, and?
sure enough, there was an old fashioned  hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave  some
to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the  man
who was standing by the tree waiting for them.

"What do you call  this place?" the traveler asked. "This is? Heaven,"
he answered.  ? "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down  the?
road said that was Heaven, too."
?"Oh, you mean the place  with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope.
That's Hell."

"Doesn't it  make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No. I can see how you  might think so, but we're just happy that they?
screen out the folks  who'll leave their best friends  behind."