CROWDED IN HEAVEN
It got crowded in heaven, so, for one day it was decided only to
accept people who had really had a bad day on the day they
died.
St. Peter was standing at the pearly gates and said to the first
man, "Tell me about the day you died." The man said, "Oh, it was
awful. I was sure my wife was having an affair, so I came home
early to catch her with him. I searched all over the apartment but
couldn't find him anywhere. So I went out onto 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 some bushes. So, I got the
refrigerator and pushed it over the balcony and it crushed him. The
strain of the act gave me a heart attack, and I died."
St. Peter couldn't deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since
it was a crime of passion, he let the man in.
He then asked the next man in line about the day he died. "Well,
sir, it was awful," said the second man. "I was doing 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 of the
apartment below, but some maniac came out and started pounding on
my fingers with a hammer. Luckily I landed in some bushes. But,
then the guy dropped a refrigerator on me!"
St. Peter chuckled, let him into heaven and decided he could really
start to enjoy this job. "Tell me about the day you died?", he said
to the third man in line. "OK, picture this; I'm naked, hiding
inside a refrigerator..."