Elizabeth Taylor, newly arriving in Heaven, looks at the place she's staying. It's a bland suburban house among a row of hundreds of similar homes.
She looks around and sees a a large Victorian house with stained glass windows of multicolored marching bears and turtles,, Skull and Lightning flag flying high atop the roof, mellow people in tie dye clothing partying in the yard and a nice new van festooned with with Grateful Dead stickers and decals..
"Hey," she asks St. Peter, "why does Jerry Garcia have such a nice place and I get this?"
St. Peter replies..
That ain't Jerry's.. that's God's.