So God goes to St Peter and says...

"Heaven is getting too crowded, only let them in if their death was pretty shitty. If not, send them down."

St Peter's thinking "Harsh but okay."

A minute later a guy comes up and St Peter asks him how he dies and the guy says, "I came home from work to my 20th floor apartment and found my wife in bed naked and a mans clothes scattered around so I went ballistic! I saw a naked guy clinging on to the edge of my balcony by his fingertips so I stamped on his fingers until he fell.... but he landed in a hedge and survived!! So I grabbed the fridge and threw it at him to finish him off but the stress and the adrenaline gave me a heart attack and here I am."

St Peter thinks, "That sounds bad enough." and lets him in. The next guy comes up and St Peter asks him how he died and the guy says, "Well I was doing naked yoga on my balcony 21 stories up and I slip and fall off the balcony but luckily I manage to grab onto the one below. Then this guy runs out screaming and stamps on my hands and I fall 20 fucking stories! But I land in a hedge and survive! I couldn't believe my luck... until I saw the guy chuck a fucking fridge at me and BAM. Im dead."

So St Peter's thinking that that sounds pretty familiar and he lets the guy in. He calls the next one forward and asks him how he dies and the guy says, "Well I was hiding in this fridge...