The Pope dies and goes to Heaven. An angel shows him to his apartment and gives him the keys to his Vespa.

He’s having a wonderful time in Heaven until one day, at a stoplight, he looks over and there is a Ferrari.

“Wow” he says to the man driving it, “nice car.”

“Yeah!” the man in the Ferrari says, “isn’t Heaven great? First day I arrived they showed me to my villa and gave me the keys to the car of my dreams.”

“Huh”, says the Pope, “what…uh what did you do on earth?”

“I was a lawyer,” the man says.

“Like, a lawyer for orphans or the environment or something?” suggests the Pope.

“Nope. Just an ordinary lawyer. I did wills and divorces, and small business stuff.” Just then the light changes and the lawyer speeds off in his Ferrari.

This rankles the Pope, and after a few days he goes to St. Peter to complain.

“I was a pious man. I served God my entire life. I was the Pope for crying out loud. How is it that I’m living in an apartment driving a moped and there’s this Joe Schmoe lawyer and he gets a villa and a Ferrari?”

“Look,” explains St. Peter, “up here Popes are a dime a dozen, we’ve only got the one lawyer.”