Ha ha ha. Okay, here's another one.
Three men all die at the same time, because they roll their SUV or their deer stand collapses or whatever. Anyway, they end up before Saint Peter. "Welcome," he tells them. "Heaven may be a little different than you expected. For example, your mode of transportation is dependent on how faithful you were to your spouse. What do you have to say for yourselves?"
"I've been married for twenty years, and I've never even looked at another woman," the first man says. "I must have resisted temptation a thousand times."
"Excellent," says Saint Peter. "You get a Rolls Royce."
"I'm sorry to say I cheated once or twice," the second man says.
"That's not so good," says Saint Peter. "You get a 1974 Gremlin."
The third man looks at the ground for a moment, and then says, "Peter, I have to admit I cheated on my wife every chance I got. Three times a week I 'worked late' and was unfaithful. Every weekend I was supposedly 'out with the boys', but in reality I was seeing other women. Every trip I took, I cheated on her. I was a world class champion of adultery. What kind of vehicle do I get?"
Saint Peter sighs, thinks for a minute, and then says, "I'm sorry to hear that, my son. You get a ten speed bike."
About a week later the second and third man are driving around in the Gremlin with the bike tied to the back, and they spot the first man. He's sitting on the side of the road beside his Rolls Royce, crying his eyes out. They stop to talk to him.
"What is it?" they ask. "Did your car break down?"
"No," the first man sniffs. "But I just saw my wife go past on a skateboard."