It got crowded in heaven, so for one day it was decided only to
accept people who had a really bad day on the day they died.
So St. Peter ask the first man.
The man said, Oh, it was awful. I was sure my wife was having an
affair, so I came home early to catch her. I search all over the apart-
ment, nothing. So I went out to the balcony, we live on the 25th floor
and found this man hanging over the edge by his fingertips. I went
inside got a hammer and started hitting his hands. He fell, but landed
in the bushes, so I got the refrigerator and pushed it over the balcony
and it crushed him. The strain on the act gave me a heart attack and
I died.
St. Peter let him in, a crime of passion.
The second guy,Well sir it was awful. I was doing some aerobics on
the balcony of my 26th floor apartment when I twisted my ankle and
slipped over the edge. I managed to grab the balcony on the apartment
below, but some maniac came out and started pounding my fingers
with a hammer. Lucky I landed in some bushes, but then the guy dropped
a refrigerator on me!"
Peter chuckled and let him in.
The third guy, OK, picture this, I,m naked and hiding inside a refrigerator.