A lawyer dies and goes to the end of a long line at the Pearly Gates. To his surprise, St. Peter leaves his desk, walks over and greets him warmly. An angel takes the lawyer by the hand, guides him to the front of the line and settles him into a comfortable chair.
The lawyer says, “I appreciate all this attention, but what makes me so special?”
St. Peter replies, “Well, we’ve added up all the hours that you billed your clients, and by my calculation, you must be about 193 years old!”