Bad day

Because heaven was becoming crowded, God decided to change the rules of accepting people in heaven. "Tomorrow, after 12.00, only people, which had a very bad day on the day they died, can enter through the gates."


And the next day, at 12.01, the first person that died comes to the front of the gates.


St. Peter remembered the rules and tells him:
"Before I let you in, you have to tell me everything about the day you died."


Alright, says the man and starts:"For quite a while I was suspecting that my wife had a secret lover - that every day around lunch, when I'm at work, she brings him home in our apartment on 25th floor and sleeps with him. So that day I went there to catch him. I jumped in our apartment and I've started searching, but I couldn't find him. My half naked wife was screaming at me and I've almost gave up, when I've looked at the balcony and saw a guy holding on the edge of the balcony with his fingers. How dare he?! So I run to the balcony and I jump on his fingers untill he falls down. Sadly, he landed in the bushes and survived. That made me even more angry, so I've ran inside and tried to find something to throw it at him. Strangely, the first thing I've picked was the fridge. I've pulled it out of the socket, pushed it on the balcony and over the fence. It fell 25 floors down and crushed that guy. Because of my heart condition and excessive anger I've got a heart attack and died."


St. Peter is thinking. That man did have a bad day. So he opens the gates of heaven and says "Welcome to heaven." and lets him in.


A few moments later another man comes to the gates and he too had to tell about his day. "You won't believe," he starts "on the balcony of my apartment, on the 26th floor, I was exercising, when I've slipped and fell over the fence. Luckily, I've grabbed the edge with my fingers the balcony one floor below. After that, a psychopath runs on his balcony, that I was hanging on, and start to jump on my fingers untill I fall 25 floors down. I fell in the bushes below, so I didn't die, yet. I was in pain and couldn't move and I've watched that psycho how he pushed a fridge over the balcony, which fell on me. It landed on me and that's how I've died."


St. Peter, amused by the story, lets this man through the gates of heaven.


A minute later, after the man left, another man comes in front of St. Peter and starts telling his story. "Imagine this: I was sitting completly naked in the fridge..."