Margaret Thatcher dies and strolls up the pearly staircase to the pearly gates,
where she is confronted by St. Peter, brandishing a clipboard. Name, says St.
Peter.

Margaret Thatcher, she replies.

St. Peter checks through all the lists on his clipboard but cannot find the name
of the former British leader. I am sorry, he says, you cannot come in. Your
place is downstairs, in Hell. Mrs. Thatcher turns and walks down the stairs.

A short time later the phone rings. St. Peter answers, and a voice says, Hello
Peter, it is the Devil speaking. You will have to take that bloody woman after
all – she is only been here for ten minutes and she has closed half the furnaces
to reduce capacity.