I wrote an alternative ending to the anecdote. Here it is:
Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered
with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the
trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls to the ground.
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulders.
"I don't understand," stammers the Senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a
golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and
danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my
friends look miserable. What happened?"
The devil smiles at him and says,
"When you were in heaven you listened to the playing the harp and singing. Music instruments don't create any garbage. When you were in hell, you ate food and had drinks. Spending your day in garbage is always hell. Now you must work picking up sinking trash 24/7."
