When Bill Gates dies and goes to Heaven. St. Peter escorts to a nice studio apartment in a nice part of town. Out walking one day, he meets a distinguished looking gentleman with a magnificent white beard. They get along so well that the gentleman suggests they both go to his place for tea.
Bill is awestruck. The place is a palace, with beautiful, manicured gardens and elegant statuary. The tea comes in perfectly translucent bone china cups and tastes, well, Heavenly.
“Who are you to rate such a place?” Bill asks tentatively.
“I am Captain Edward Smith.” his host replies.
“Of the RMS Titanic?”
“Yes, the very same.”
Bill heads off to see St. Peter. “Look, St. Peter, I know that no matter how well I’ve led my life and tried to do good deeds, that I could have done better. But really — Captain Smith….”
St. Peter looks up from his computer screen. “Yes, yes, I know, Captain Smith of the Titanic.”
St. Peter puts his hands on the edge of his heavenly computer desk and stares down at Bill Gates.
“Look, buddy. We run Windows up here. He only crashed once!