A lawyer dies and goes to heaven. Once he reaches the pearly gates, St. Peter approaches him and says, "Oh, its you. Follow me."
At that a white limousine pulled up. The lawyer stepped in and they sped off. On the way the lawyer stared out the window. First he saw someone that looked familiar. He said, "Hey, isn't that St. Jerome?"
St. Peter replied, "Yes, that is."
The lawyer was puzzled by the living conditions. He was living in a pup tent and traveling around on a bike. They pulled up to a white mansion with a staff of twenty and anything to entertain himself that he wanted.
St. Peter said to him, "Are there any questions you have for me before you are left to your eternity?"
"Yes!" said the lawyer. "Why do the saints live in such terrible conditions and mine are so great?"
Saint Pe ter replied, "We have had hundreds of saints but you're our first lawyer"