A man ran into the vet’s office carrying his dog, screaming for help. The vet rushed his dog to the examination table. He then examined the dog, and said, “I’m sorry, but your dog is dead.”
The dog’s owner demanded a second opinion, so the vet went to the back room and came out with a cat and put the cat down next to the dog. The cat sniffed the dog’s body, looked at the vet, and meowed. The vet turned and said, “I’m sorry, but the cat thinks your dog is dead, also.”
The man wanted a third opinion, so the vet went to the back again, and brought out a black Labrador retriever. The Lab sniffed the dog and barked twice. The vet said, “I’m sorry, but the Lab thinks your dog is dead, too.”
The man was finally resigned to the fate of his dog and asked for the bill. It was $650.
“You are charging me $650 to tell me my dog is dead?” screamed the man.
“Well,” the vet replied, “I would have charged you just $50 for my initial diagnosis. The additional $600 was for the cat scan and lab tests.”
I know, that’s a really bad joke! But here’s something serious. One day, you will also die. No cat scan or lab test will be able to save you. And then comes the judgment. Are you ready?