The old surgeon died and went upstairs. He knocked on the pearly gates and St Peter came. St Peter came and said "In life you were vain pompous and arrogant, especially to nurses. You are going to hell. Go down the corridor to your left and you will see two doors marked Doctor Door 5 and Doctor Door 6. Choose which one you want, then come back and tell me so we can make final arrangements." Well the surgeon went down the corridor, came to door 5 and opened it. He saw one of his old colleagues hanging by the feet while a group of nurses through darts at the surgeon hanging by his feet. The first surgeon quickly shut the door and went into door 6. There he saw another of his old colleagues running flat out on a steep treadmill over a bed of molten lava while a group of people through red hot rocks at his feet. The surgeon quickly closed that door and went down the corridor a bit more. He saw a door marked Doctor Door 7. He went in and saw yet another surgical colleague. This one was lying back on a comfortable sofa, in expensive casual clothes, being brought plentiful food and drink by beautiful women. He went back to St Peter and said "I don't want doors 5 or 6. I'll take door 7". St Peter then said "Uh uh. Door 7 is not for you. It is for nurses".