It got crowded in heaven so, for one day and one day only, it was
decided to only accept people who had really 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, of which I
died from."
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...."
decided to only accept people who had really 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, of which I
died from."
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...."
