 Three men were standing in line to get into heaven one day.
 Apparently it had been a pretty busy day, though, so Peter had to tell
 the first one, "Heaven's getting pretty close to full today, and I've
 been asked to admit only people who have had particularly horrible
 deaths.  So what's your story?"
 So the first man replies: "Well, for a while I've suspected my wife
 has been cheating on me, so today I came home early and try to catch
 her red-handed.  As I came into my 25th floor apartment, I could tell
 something was wrong, but all my searching around didn't reveal where
 this other guy could have been hiding.  Finally, I went out to the
 balcony, and sure enough, there was this man hanging off the railing,
 25 floors above ground!  By now I was really mad, so I started beating
 on him and kicking him, but wouldn't you know it, he wouldn't fall
 off.  So finally I went back into my apartment and got a hammer and
 starting hammering on his fingers.  Of course, he couldn't stand that
 for long, so he let go and fell -- but even after 25 stories, he fell
 into the bushes, stunned but okay.  I couldn't stand it anymore, so I
 ran into the kitchen, grabbed the fridge and threw it over the edge
 where it landed on him, killing him instantly.  But all the stress and
 anger got to me, and I had a heart attack and died there on the
 balcony."
 "That sounds like a pretty bad day to me," said Peter, and let the man
 in.
 The second man comes up and Peter explains to him about heaven being
 full, and again asks for his story.
 "It's been a very strange day.  You see, I live on the 26th floor of
 my apartment building, and every morning I do my exercises out on my
 balcony.  Well, this morning I must have slipped or something, because
 I fell over the edge.  But I got lucky, and caught the railing of the
 balcony on the floor below me.  I knew I couldn't hang on for very
 long, when suddenly this man burst out onto the balcony.  I thought
 for sure I was saved, when he started beating on me and kicking me.  I
 held on the best I could until he ran into the apartment and grabbed a
 hammer and started pounding on my hands.  Finally I just let go, but
 again I got lucky and fell into the bushes below, stunned but all
 right.  Just when I was thinking I was going to be okay, this
 refrigerator comes falling out of the sky and crushes me instantly,
 and now I'm here."
 Once again, Peter had to concede that that sounded like a pretty
 horrible death.
 The third man came to the front of the line, and again the whole
 process was repeated.  Peter explained that heaven was full and asked
 for his story.
 "Picture this," says the third man, "I'm hiding naked inside a
 refrigerator..."

