Three men were standing in line to get into heaven one day. Apparently it had been a pretty busy day, so St. Peter had to tell the first one, "Heavens getting pretty full today so i have been asked to admit only the people who have had a particulary horrible deaths. So whats your story?"

The first man replies: "Well for a while now 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 somthing was wrong, but all my searching didn't reaveal where this other guy was hiding. Finally, I went out to the balcony, and sure enough, there was this man hanging off the railing, 25 floors above the 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 started 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 ok. I couldn't stand it anymore so I ran back into my apartment and grabed 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 right there and died on the balchony."

"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.

"Its been a very strange day. You see I live on the 26th floor of my apartment building, and every morning I do my exercise out on the balcony. Well, this morning I must have slipped or somthing 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 hold on for long when suddenly this man burst 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 and got a hammer and started pounding on my fingers. Finally I just let go, but again I got lucky and fell into the bushes below, stunned but all right. Just when I thought everything was going to be okay, this refrigator comes falling out of the sky and crushes me instantly, and now I'm here."

Once again Peter had to agree that It sounded like a pretty horrible death.
The third man comes to the front and St. Peter asked for his story.

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

 

thats a good one.

 

that's a cold one!