Accountant at the Gates

An accountant dies and goes to Heaven. He is met by St Peter who goes through the usual questionnaire.

- What sort of accountant are you? - says St Peter

- Public Practitioner - is the reply.

- Name?

He gives his name. St Peter goes through some files and pulls one out.

- Oh, yes. We've been expecting you. You've reached your allotted span - says St Peter.

- How can that be? - says the accountant.

- I'm too young to go. I'm only forty-eight

- No, that's impossible.

- Why do you say that?

- Well we've been looking at your time sheets and the hours you've charged your clients. By our reckoning you're at least ninety three.