One day while walking down the street a highly successful Meeting Planner was tragically hit by a bus and he died. His soul arrived in Heaven where he was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself.

"Welcome to Heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we've never once had a Meeting Planner make it this far and we're not really sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in" said the Meeting Planner.

"Well, I'd like to, but I have higher orders. What we're going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend an eternity in."

"Actually, I think I've made up my mind, I prefer to stay in Heaven," said the Meeting Planner.

"Sorry, we have rules..."

And with that St. Peter put the Meeting Planner in an elevator and it went down to Hell. The doors opened and he found himself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a
Country Club and standing in front of him were all his past friends and fellow executives that he had worked with. The men shook his hands, the women kissed "welcomes" and they talked about old times. They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the Country Club where they enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner. He met the Devil who was pleasant and spoke of all the surprising virtues of Hell.

He was having such a good time that before he knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook his hand and waved good-bye as he got on the elevator. The elevator went up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates and he found St. Peter waiting for him. "Now it's time to spend a day in heaven," he said.

So he spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp. He had a relaxing time and before he knew it the 24 hours were up and St. Peter came and got him.

So, you've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in heaven. Now you must choose your eternity," he said. The Meeting Planner paused for a second and then replied, "I never thought I'd say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell."

So St. Peter escorted him to the elevator and again he went down back to Hell. When the doors of the elevator opened he found himself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. He saw his friends were dressed in rags and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks. The Devil came up to him and put his arm around him.

"I don't understand," stammered the Meeting Planner, "yesterday there was a golf course and a Country Club and we ate lobster and we partied and had a great time. Now it's all a wasteland of garbage and all my friends look miserable."

The Devil looked at him and smiled. "Yesterday was the Site Visit."