A dad passed away and went to heaven. Within days, the pearly gates had top-tier barbecue grills, plush recliners, and the thermostat was permanently locked at the perfect temperature.
God looked around and asked, “Who let a dad in here?”
Saint Peter shrugged. “He seemed harmless.”
To restore order, God banished him to Hell. Three days later, Hell was hosting weekly BBQ nights, streaming Sunday football, and the damned were happily fixing everything with duct tape.
God called up Satan: “Send him back right now!”
“No chance,” Satan laughed. “Morale has never been higher down here.”
God warned, “Don’t make me get my lawyers involved!”
Satan just chuckled. “Buddy… where do you think we get our lawyers? Every dad who ever said ‘I know a guy’ ended up down here with me.”
