A politician and his lawyer were killed in a car crash and went up to heaven (I know it's rare but they were honest) and were met by Saint Peter.
'Come with me gentlemen, we have your houses ready, step into the car' he said, pointing to a waiting limo.
The three got in and the driver sped away. They passed row upon row of terraced two-up-two-down houses.
'These houses belong to the soldiers we have here in heaven' Saint Peter said.
Next they passed row upon row of Three bedroom semi-detached houses.
'These belong to the firemen and doctors and nurses we have here in heaven' Saint Peter said.
Next they passed row upon row of four bedroom detached houses.
'These belong to the policemen we have here in heaven. We'll be at your houses soon.'
Suddenly the limo pulled off the road in front of two enormous ornate mansions.
'Here we are' Saint Peter said.
'But this cant be true' Said the politician. 'Those other houses were tiny and they were for the good people who have made sacrifices, the soldiers and fireman and policemen and doctors and nurses. I'm just a politician and he's just a lawyer and we have these big mansions. That isn't right.'
Saint Peter looked a little embarrassed. 'Well, those houses are smaller because we have so many soldiers and policemen and firemen and doctors and nurses here in heaven