It got crowded in heaven one day that God decided to only accept people who had really had a bad day on the day they died.
St. Peter was standing at the pearly gates when a downtrodden man came up to him.
Saint Peter asked him: “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.”
He went on: “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.”
He continued: 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 so he let the man in.
Another man arrived looking scared and St Peter asked him about his day.
The man said: “It was terrible. I was doing aerobics on the balcony of my apartment when I twisted my ankle and fell over the edge. I grabbed onto 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 couldn’t deny that this was a pretty bad day so he let the man in.
A third man arrived at the gates of heaven and looked very confused.
St Peter asked the man: “Tell me about the day you died?”
The man says: “OK, picture this, I’m naked, hiding inside a refrigerator…”