http://humbleopinionforum.net/2009/11/24/chit-chat-24nov09/#comment-16879

. Smith recently went through very rough divorce. His wife got everything: the car, the house, the kids, both the dog and the cat. One day, he was driving along, when he saw his wife’s lawyer walking down the opposite side of the street, and uncontrollable urge came over him. He revved his engine, swerved across the on-coming traffic, and ran over the attorney. Unfortunately, he sideswiped a car and flips his own.

While he is being rushed to the hospital, he feebly asks the ambulance attendant, “Did I get him?” The attendant answers affirmatively. Just then, Mr. Smith passes on with a big grin on his face; however, he immediately wake to find himself in Hell.

He’s given the grand tour by none other than Satan himself. Satan leads him to room that is full of clocks. Satan says, “Except for you last act on Earth, you were a pretty good boy, so I’m giving you the job of cleaning the clocks.”

Mr. Smith scratches his head and asks, “They didn’t teach us about any clocks in Sunday school; what are they for?”

Satan replies, “We assign one to each newborn, and use them to keep track of their sins. They start off at midnight, and tick over one minute for each sin. That’s how I knew you weren’t so bad — your clock over here stopped at 1:30.”

As Bob examines his clock, the one next to it ticks over from 4:15 to 4:16. Bob says, “So that’s what a sin looks like. Where’s the clock for my wife’s attorney?”

Satan chuckles, “That one’s in my office – we use it as a fan.”