It was a sunshiny morning when Herbert reported for duty at
the welcoming desk.

It’s always a bright sunshiny morning here because it’s heaven. It really messes up the circadian rhythm of the new arrivals.

St.Peter was taking leave again so Hubert had to fill in at the welcoming desk.

It seems that St Peter has managed to create an afterlife. Herbert lost track of the number of times he filled in for St. Peter.

Being as this was heaven he was chill with it. It was all good.

Each time he covered for St. Peter there was always a new situation he had to deal with.

“Im Fred so and so and I am worth $xxx  . I just bumped  number  #9 in the list of richest dead people so what  does that get me?

“Excuse me?”

“Do I get a preferred cloud on the fifty yard line or what?

“We have no football field and not to not be discriminatory we have no
soccer , rugby or cricket pitch.

“An upgrade to a first class cabin?”

“We don’t have cabins.”

“Excuse me I’ll be write back,” he said as he went to talk to God.

…“God , Am I wrong or can dead people not bring their money to heaven with them.”

“No Herb you’re not wrong. Why do you ask?”

“Because some new arrival says he is number 9 on the list of the 10 richest dead people.”

“Oh that would be Fred so and so”.

“Did you memorize that list?”

“Not intentionally but you would be surprised at the number of times that topic occurs in heaven. The arrivals seem to think it makes a difference.“

“Then maybe we should post that at the gates?”

“What and ruin the fun?

“Fun?”

“Oh yes. The look on the face of the rich person is priceless and the glee we get from that is the definition of schadenfreude.”

“Thanks God. Now I need to get back and enjoy some Schadenfreude.”

“Now you’re getting it.”