Osama bin Laden has a heart attack and dies.

He immediately goes to hell, where the devil is waiting for him.

"I don't know what to do here," the devil says. "You're on my list, but I
have no room for you. But you definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell
you what I'm going to do...

I've got a couple of people here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let
one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide
who leaves."

Osama thought that sounded pretty good, so the devil led him into the
first room.

In it was Manuel Noriega and a large pool of water. He kept diving in and
surfacing empty-handed. Over and over and over. Such was his fate in
hell.

"No," bin Laden said, "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer and I
don't think I could do that all day long."

So the devil led him to the next room. In it was the Ayatollah Khomeini
with a sledgehammer and a huge pile of rocks. All he did was swing that
hammer, time after time after time.

"No, I've got this problem with my shoulder. I'd be in constant agony if
all I did was break rocks all day," bin Laden commented.

So the devil opened a third door. In it, bin Laden saw Bill Clinton, lying
on the floor with his arms staked over his head and his legs staked in a
spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was his girl Monica, doing what she does
best. Osama bin Laden stared in disbelief and finally said, "Yeah, I can
handle this."

The devil smiled and said, "OK, Monica, you're free to go