was 77 years old and had worked 80 hours a week all his
life and never had a holiday. His children were all married
and his wife had died. He decided to enjoy life. He had
a face lift, got a new expensive toupee, bought ten new
suits and a brand new car.
One evening he got all dressed up in a new suit, new tie,
put on his toupee, and got into his new car and drove off
towards Dublin. He was only gone a mile when he was killed
in an accident.
On arrival in heaven, he walked over to St. Peter and said,
"What's going on here? All my life I worked hard, and
finally, when I had everything in place to enjoy myself,
I was killed. Why? Why did you let it happen?"
St. Peter ducked his head in embarrassment and said, "Well,
to tell you the truth I didn't recognize you."