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...."
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
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