A priest dies... And goes to heaven. There's a small queue to get in, and when he gets to be second in line, he overhears St. Peter asking some basic questions to the man in front of him, like what's your name/ occupation, and where are you from? They guy in front of the priest is wearing tight fitting, torn black clothing, has greasy slicked back hair and a overall punky attitude. He responds is a thick, NY accent, "" Yo yo my name is Joe. I'm a taxi cab driver from New York."" St. Peter finds him on his list and says, ""Oh yes, here you are. Joe, the taxi cab driver from New York. Welcome to heaven. Here is your silken robe and your golden staff. Go be seated amongst the highest saints."" Now it's the priest's turn. ""Hi St. Peter. My name is Anthony. I'm a priest from New Jersey."" St. Peter finds him on the list and say, ""Oh yes, Anthony the priest from New Jersey. Here is your cotton rag and your wooden stick. Go be seated amongst the common righteous people. Anthony is shocked and confused at this. ""Now hold on a minute! You're telling me that guy gets higher honors than me!? I've spent the past 30 years of my life dedicated to the church and catholic community! What's he ever done?"" St. Peter smiles knowingly, and says with compassion, ""Yes, I see how it can seem confusing. But here, we go by results. When people listened to you preach, they snoozed. When people rode in his taxi, they prayed!""