I told this joke a bunch in elementary and it made me seem way funnier than I was, it's so good

Heaven was getting all cluttered so God put a new rule in place. On top of being a good person, you have to have a better death story than the last guy who got through to heaven.

First guy comes in, and the angel bouncer guy asks him about the events leading up to his death.

The guy says, "Okay so get this. I'm coming home to my beautiful wife but I sense something is off. When I get to the bedroom I see another man's clothes on the floor. The bitch had been cheating on me! I look everywhere for this fucker, and finally find him, hiding on my balcony, hanging off the edge. So I take my fridge and I throw it at him, but as it comes down the fucking chord gets caught in my leg and I get pulled down with it! So that's how I died."

"Okay. That's a pretty good story," says the angel bouncer guy, "You can go through."

The next guy comes in and the angel asks the same question, "How did you die?"

"You won't believe this. So I'm watering my plants, and trip and fall off the edge of my apartment. Luckily I managed to just barely grab onto the balcony one floor below me. Then this crazy mother fucker comes out of no where and throws a fridge at me! So that's how I died."

The angel smirked and said, "Okay pretty good story. You can pass."

The third guy comes up and the angel thinks to himself, "oh man this story better be a good one, the last two were amazing."

"Okay, what's your story?" asks the angel.

"Okay... picture this. I'm hiding in a fridge..."