A miserly old man died and presented himself at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter greeted and escorted him to his new heavenly home. They walked past many elegant mansions until finally they arrived at a broken-down shack at the end of the street.
The new arrival was shocked and said, “Why am I left with a rundown shack when all of these
others have fine mansions?”
“Well, sir,” replied St. Peter, “we did the best we could with the money you sent us.”