One day Peyton Manning dies and goes to heaven. Upon arrival, he’s given a nice sized house, and a few of his trophies and some Colts apparel is set up around the house to honor his days as a QB.
One day, as he’s walking along the golden streets, he hears the news that Ben Roethlisberger has died. As he looks up, he sees this ridiculously large mansion – a big, BIG mansion. The building is completely decked out and covered in Ben Roethlisberger banners and flags and paraphanelia. Peyton is a little put out, so he goes to see God.
“God,” he says when he meets him, “I don’t think this is very fair. I mean, I WAS the better quarterback. Just look at my record and my stats! Do you think it’s fair that he gets all that and I just get a little house?”
God simply smiles and chuckles a little before shaking his head. “Peyt,” he says, “That’s not Ben Roethlisberger’s house. That’s MY house.”