Three men were standing in line to get into heaven one day. Apparently, it had been a very busy day, so Peter had to tell the first man:
“Heaven’s getting pretty close to full today, and I’ve been asked to admit only people who have had particularly horrible deaths. So what’s your story?”
The first man replied:
“Well, for a while I suspected my wife had been cheating on me, so today I came home early to try to catch her red-handed. I was on the balcony when I saw a man hanging off the edge. In a rage, I started kicking and beating him, but he wouldn’t fall off. So I went back inside, grabbed a hammer, and started pounding on his fingers. Eventually he fell—but even after 25 stories, he landed in some bushes and survived.
I couldn’t control my anger anymore, so I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the refrigerator, and threw it over the balcony. It landed on him and killed him instantly. But all the stress and rage gave me a heart attack, and I died right there on the balcony.”
“That sounds like a pretty terrible day,” said Peter, and he let the man in.
The second man stepped forward, and Peter explained the same situation again, asking for his story.
“It’s been a very strange day,” the second man said. “I lived on the 26th floor of an apartment building, and every morning I did exercises on my balcony. This morning I must have slipped and fallen over the edge, but I managed to catch the balcony below me.
I was hanging there when suddenly this man came out, started beating me and kicking me. I held on as long as I could, but then he ran inside, came back with a hammer, and started smashing my hands. I finally let go, fell into the bushes, and survived—but then a refrigerator fell out of the sky and crushed me. And now I’m here.”
Peter again agreed that it was a horrible death.
The third man came forward, and Peter repeated the same explanation.
“What’s your story?” Peter asked.
The man sighed and said:
“Picture this… I’m hiding naked inside a refrigerator…”
