A Joke about Hell

Bob, a businessman and father of two, was in a fatal car accident (haha). When he got up to the Pearly Gates, St. Peter said to him, "I'm sorry Bob, but you have to go to Hell." Bob was understandibly a bit distraught, but St. Peter finished, "Look, we have a bit of a housing crunch, so we're just sending you to Hell for a while until we get things straightened up. Everything will be fine." Bob was still a bit worried, but he took the down elevator and found himself in the lobby of a moderately priced hotel. Satan came out to greet him.
"Wow," said Bob, "I expected a little more from Hell."
"Let me give you the grand tour," said Satan. So Satan showed Bob the rooms, which were nicely furnished, the bar, well stocked, and the pool and golf course, both quite nice.
"Satan," asked Bob, "if this is Hell, what's Heaven like?"
"Well, for a start, they've got an 18 hole couse instead of nine," said Satan, "and they get a little better food. But we gave up on the whole torture idea a while ago; it's just not effective."
As they were walking back from the golf course Bob heard what sounded like screaming. He climbed a hill and over to the side of this nice hotel was a huge flaming pit with screaming souls writhing in agony. "I thought you said you'd given up on the torture?" he asked worriedly.
"Well, we did," replied Satan, "but the Catholics insisted."

If you know a better version of that joke, mail it to me. I can't remember it quite right.