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 Three men were standing in line to get into heaven one day. Apparently
it had been a pretty busy day, though, so St. Peter had to tell the
first one, "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 replies: "Well, for a while I've suspected my wife
has been cheating on me, so today I came home early to try to catch her
red-handed. As I came into my 25th floor apartment, I could tell
something was wrong, but all my searching around didn't reveal where
this other guy could have been hiding. Finally, I went out to the
balcony, and sure enough, there was this man hanging off the railing,
25 floors above ground! By now I was really mad, so I started beating
on him and kicking him, but wouldn't you know it, he wouldn't fall off.
So finally I went back into my apartment and got a hammer and starting
hammering on his fingers. Of course, he couldn't stand that for long,
so he let go and fell-but even after 25 stories, he fell into the
bushes, stunned but okay. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I ran into
the kitchen, grabbed the fridge, and threw it over the edge where it
landed on him, killing him instantly. But all the stress and anger got
to me, and I had a heart attack and died there on the balchoy."


"That sounds like a pretty bad day to me," said Peter, and let the man in.



The second man comes up and Peter explains to him about heaven being full, and again asks for his story.



"It's been a very strange day. You see, I live on the 26th floor of
my apartment building, and every morning I do my exercises out on my
balcony. Well, this morning I must have slipped or something, because I
fell over the edge. But I got lucky, and caught the railing of the
balcony on the floor below me. I knew I couldn't hang on for very long,
when suddenly this man burst out onto the balcony. I thought for sure I
was saved, when he started beating on me and kicking me. I held on the
best I could until he ran into the apartment and grabbed a hammer and
started pounding on my hands. Finally I just let go, but again I got
lucky and fell into the bushes below, stunned but all right. Just when
I was thinking I was going to be okay, this refrigerator comes falling
out of the sky and crushes me instantly, and now I'm here."


Once again, Peter had to concede that that sounded like a pretty horrible death.



The third man came to the front of the line, and St. Peter asked for his story.



"Picture this," says the third man, "I'm naked inside a refrigerator..."

42 months ago