A lawyer dies and meets St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. Stammering in incredulity at his untimely demise, he grabs St Peter by the robes and insists there''s been some kind of mistake. "I''m too young to die!" he yells, "I''m only 38 years old!" St. Peter takes the lawyer''s hands off him, straightens his robe, and consults the Book of Life. "I think I''ve found the problem," he says, "Judging by the number of hours you''ve billed, we thought you were 82."