A Protestant died and was sent to hell. A few seconds after
arriving, the Devil appeared in a cloud of smoke and said,
“Hey Bill, Welcome to Hell! Here
s the keys to your Porsche. Lets go visit your beachhouse!”
Before the befuddled man could answer, the Devil whisked him
into the Porsche and off they went. Arriving at the
beachhouse, the man could only stare in awe at the
magnificent mansion before him. The Devil handed the keys to
the mansion and the sportscar to the man whose mouth was
hanging open in amazement and said, " Well, Bill, I
ll check up on you in two weeks. Enjoy!" And as suddenly as he had appeared, the devil disappeared. His incredulity fading somewhat, Bill went into the mansion and found everything to be first class with running servants, an indoor pool ... the whole nine yards. For two weeks, he lived like a king. After two weeks had elapsed, the Devil suddenly appeared and asked the man, "Well, Bill, how is Hell treating you? Great place, isnt it! By the way, I have another client to see so
I can
t stay. Any problems? We aim to please down here in Hell." Bill replied that he certainly was having a grand time and that hed not been prepared for such royal treatment. In
fact, he had been expecting Dante
s Inferno or something similar. The Devil laughingly replied "No, Bill. Those are just old wives tales. This is the way Hell really is! Great place, isnt it?"
Bill then said that everything was fine except that at
night, he
d been hearing these terrible blood-curdling screams emanating from the nearby island out in the ocean. This was so disturbing that hed had to take an occasional
sleeping pill. He then leaned over and whispered to the
Devil, “Tell me really. Is that what
s in store for me? After all, this IS Hell." The Devil could not stop laughing at this and with tears streaming down His eyes, he said "No, youve got it all
wrong. Those people on the island are the Catholics. They
DEMAND it!”

Good times!