St. Peter: “I’m sorry gentlemen, but we only have enough room in Heaven for one more person. The one who died the most tragic death may enter.”
St. Peter nods to the first man.
Man 1: “I’ve been suspecting that my wife has been cheating on me for a few months. So I come home early from work one day to try to catch her in the act. When I looked around the only person I found was her in the shower. I’m relieved until I see someone hanging from my balcony. I go outside and stomp on his hands and he lets go but the bush below him breaks his fall and survived. Enraged, I went into my kitchen and pushed my refrigerator over the balcony, finishing the job. I was so ridden with guilt, I went inside and shot myself.”
St. Peter nods to the second man.
Man 2: “I just moved into my new apartment and was getting settled in when I went to my balcony and accidentally fell over. I fell two stories before catching onto someone elses balcony then some idiot came out and started stomping on my hands until I let go. Luckily the bush below me broke my fall but the next thing that I saw was a refigerator falling on top of me.”
St. Peter nodded to the third man.
Man 3: “Okay Pete. I want you to imagine yourself hiding naked in a refigerator…”