via Saint Babbage
After a long, virtuous life in which he never used a 2-digit field to represent the year, a programmer died and was met at the Pearly Gates by none other than Saint Babbage himself.
As they walked down the hall in Programmer Heaven, they came to a door, and he looked inside to see lots of programmers busily working, and the walls were covered with user manuals, every one different.
“Oh, that’s Linux heaven,” said Saint Babbage. “We gave them all the manuals they could possibly dream of, well formatted and professionally prepared, answering any possible question they might have.”
The programmer looked in the door to the next room, and it, too, was full of happy looking programmers typing and merrily computing away. The shelves on the walls were absolutely crammed full of boxes of commercial software. He looked Saint Babbage, and Saint Babbage said “That’s OS/2 heaven. They finally get decent app support.”
“But we have to be quiet going past the next door, OK?” The programmer nodded, and the two tip-toed past another door. Yet another room filled with happy programmers.
Once they were well away from the door, the programmer said, “What was that all about?”
Saint Babbage nodded knowingly, and replied, “That’s Macintosh Heaven. They think they’re the only ones up here.”