A lawyer dies, and somehow manages to go to heaven

When he gets there, he’s greeted by St. Peter himself. The lawyer says, “What happened? I wasn’t in an accident and I’m too young to die. I’m only 52!”

St. Peter says, “Nope, by our records, you are 84, and that’s a pretty good life.”

The lawyer yells, “84! How did you figure that?”

St. Peter responds, “We added up your client billing time sheets.”