A miser is on his deathbed, and is dismayed by what he's always heard about dying: that "You can't take it with you."

He utters a fervent prayer to God, and, to his surprise, he gets an immediate response.  A booming voice fills the room: "You're right, that's generally not our policy, but in your case we're prepared to make an exception."

The rich man immediately calls his broker, and arranges for the purchase of as many gold bricks as can fit into a sack, that can in turn be placed into his casket.

The man dies, and finds himself standing before St. Peter at the gates of heaven.  Ol' Pete takes one look at the new arrival, and gets on the intercom to call the boss.  "There's a guy standing here with a sackful of gold bricks, wanting to take them into heaven," says he.

"So?" says God.  "I told him he could."

"Whatever you say is fine, boss," says Peter.  "What I can't figure out is why he'd want to come up here with a sack of paving stones."