Three men were standing in line to get into heaven one day. Apparently it had been a busy day, so St. Peter told the first one, "Heaven's nearly full today, and I've been asked to admit only people who have had particularly horrible deaths. So what's your story?"
The first man replied: "Well, I've suspected my wife was cheating on me, so today I came home early to catch her. I searched my 25th-floor apartment and found a man hanging off the balcony railing! I was furious. I beat and kicked him, but he wouldn't fall. So I got a hammer and pounded his fingers until he let go. He fell 25 stories but landed in some bushes, stunned but alive. I couldn't stand it. I ran inside, grabbed the refrigerator, threw it over the edge, and it crushed him. But the stress gave me a heart attack, and I died on the balcony."
"That sounds like a pretty bad day," said Peter, and let the man in.
The second man stepped forward, and Peter explained again about heaven being full and asked for his story.
"It's been a strange day," he said. "I live on the 26th floor. This morning, I was exercising on my balcony when I slipped and fell over the edge. Luckily, I caught the railing of the balcony below. I knew I couldn't hold on long. Suddenly, a man burst onto the balcony. I thought I was saved, but he started beating and kicking me. He then ran inside, got a hammer, and started pounding my hands. I finally let go, fell into the bushes below, and was only stunned. Just when I thought I was okay, a refrigerator fell from the sky and crushed me instantly."
Once again, Peter had to concede that sounded like a horrible death.
The third man came to the front, and Peter repeated the process.
"Picture this," said the third man, "I'm hiding naked inside a refrigerator..."