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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...."

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