A construction worker was working on a building when he fell 15 stories and died.
He arrived at the pearly gates and St. Peter said "Oh, I am sorry, my son. Your name is not on my computer. I guess you have been sentenced to hell."

When he arrived at Hell, the devil looked at him and said, "Ah! We shall burn you and throw you in the fiery pits."

Then the worker replied, "That wall could use a bit of patching. I could fix it first and you could throw me in the pit afterward." So he fixed the wall.

Satan, intrigued, asked, "What else can you do?"

So the construction worker went about his job and made many improvements; in fact, by the time he was done, Hell was a paradise. It had air conditioning, pools, tennis courts, 27 hole golf course, kara-oke lounge, you name it.

When this news spread to heaven, God phoned Satan and said, "I think there has been a mix-up. That worker was originally supposed to come to heaven."

Satan replied, "No way -- he's built all sorts of good stuff for us. We're keeping him."

God then said, "Oh, yeah? Well, I'll see you in court. We're going to sue you for this man's soul and damages."  

Satan just laughed: "And where are you going to find a lawyer?"