Back on Your Heads

~Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says, I'll try again tomorrow.

~Mary Anne Radmacher~Hershey

For as long as I can remember my dad has used the phrase, "back on my head."

I think when I was younger I understood it based on how I didn't think standing on my head sounded like very much fun. And it made sense cuz he used it in reference to when he had to get back to work.

And now I sometimes think that to myself. Like today, after a three day weekend at home. Or after I get home from vacation. And it always reminds me of my dad :)

I Googled it because even though I know the story/joke, I figured I could find a better wording of it. This one is a little long-winded, but it was the best...

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A sinner dies and goes to Hell, where he is greeted by the Devil.

The Devil says to him "You have sinned all your life, for which I'd like to thank you."

"Of course Hell is not a pleasant place, but for your great services, I would like to offer you some options, as to how you would like to spend you imminent eternity in torment. I will show you three rooms and you can decide, which one would be the best one for you."

First the Devil showed the sinner a vast room, which contained millions of other sinners standing on their heads on a cold marble floor. The newly condemned sinner thought "Wow that looks like a really uncomfortable way to spend eternity."

He said to the Devil "Please can I see the next room."

So the Devil showed the sinner another but even vaster room, which contained billions of other sinners, standing on their heads on a warm wooden floor. The newly condemned sinner thought "Wow that looks like a really uncomfortable way to spend eternity, but wood looks a bit softer than marble, so that's where I'll choose, if the third room doesn't look better."

He said to the Devil "Please can I see the third room."

So the Devil showed the sinner another room, which was relatively small and which contained only a few hundred thousand other sinners.

The newly condemned sinner gagged at the over powering stench. This room was full of sinners who were standing upright in pig's excrement. The s*** came up to their chests. However they were drinking cups of coffee.

The sinner asked the Devil "Is it OK for me to talk to some of the inmates here?"

The Devil replied "Be my guest."

So the sinner called over to some of the nearest condemned souls "Does the coffee here taste good?"

They all agreed that it was delicious.

"What sort of coffee do you get?" called the sinner.

"Long black, latte, cappuccino, luwak, alamid, cut chon, expresso, in fact any coffee you could possibly want" was the shouted response.

The sinner turned to the Devil and said "I love coffee. I admit that I detest the smell of pig s***, but at least it would be warm and no doubt I would get used to the smell over time. Please condemn me to eternity in this room."

The Devil granted the wish and the sinner took his place near the back of the room.

Two minutes later the sinner was standing up to his chest in sloppy warm stinking pig manure, sipping a cup of Kopi Luwak. He thought "Wow, considering the terrible things I've done, this isn't bad."

A few seconds later the Devil, who was now brandishing a red hot trident, shouted "OK - the coffee break is over. Get back on your heads".

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I heard it with the first room having manure to their chests, the second to their waists, and the third to their ankles... but every one I found was different :)