Received this email from a friend of mine who is also a paralegal. Thought it was cute:
Last night as I lay sleeping, I died or so it seemed,
Then I went to heaven, but only in my dreams
Up there St. Peter met me, standing at the pearly gates,
He said "I must check your record, please stand here and wait."
He turned and said "Your record is covered with terrible flaws,
On earth I see you rallied for every losing cause,"
I see that you drank alcohol and smoked and used drugs too,
Fact is, you've done everything a good person should never do.
We can't have people like you up here your life was full of sin,
Then he read the last of my record took my hand and said "Come in."
He led me up to the big boss and said "take her in and treat her well,"
"She used to work in a law firm, she's done her time in hell."
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