A prominent young lawyer found himself at the Pearly Gate one morning. When he saw St. Peter he protested that at age 35 his untimely death must be a mistake.

St. Peter agreed that 35 seem to be a bit young and promished to check the records.

When St. Peter got back, he told the lawyer, “The mistake seems to be yours, son. We verified your age on the basis of the hours you billed clients and you’re at least 107 years old.”