Guy dies and ends up in an afterlife vestibule. There are two doors there and a guide sitting at a small desk. The guide asks him whether he wants to go to heaven or hell.
“I did not realize I had a choice,” the guy says, “ can I see hell first?”
“Sure,” the guide says, opens a door and lets the guy see. Inside he sees people gambling, dancing, drinking alcohol, smoking, having random sex, all having a good time.
The guy scratches his head and says, “wow, can I see heaven?”
The guide closes the hell door and lets the guy peak into heaven behind the other door. The guy sees a quiet park with people reading books on benches and nothing else happening.
He thinks for a minute and giddily says, “well, if it’s for eternity I’ll take hell! Looks like a lot more fun!”
The guide lets him into hell and closes the door. The guy is immediately tied up naked on a rotisserie and starts being slowly cooked over a fire. In agonizing pain he screams at the devil turning the rotisserie, “it was all sex, and alcohol when they showed me! What happened?”
The devil replied, “that’s the difference between tourists and permanent residents.”