You Need To Have A Bad Day To Get Into Heaven

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...."