St. Peter is having a very boring day in heaven.

Suddenly, 3 men appear at the pearly gates. He motions the first one over to him, out of earshot of the other two.

He wlecomes and says to the man ''Listen. I'm having kind of a dull day. Why don't you tell me how you died?''

Guy says to St. Peter ''Well St. Peter, I finished my shift at work early, and though I'd come home and surprise my wife. I walk into our apartment and the first thing I see are a strange man's clothes, shirt, tie, under wear, wallet, etc. draped out over the couch --and I realize that my wife has a guy in the apartment and she's f--king around on me!

I start searching all over the apartment so I can find the s.o.b. and kill him and I can't find him anywhere. Then I glance out through the kitchen window and I see these fingertips clinging to the edge of the balcony. I go out on to the balcony and start stomping on this prick's fingertips, till they lose their grip, and then I lean over the balcony railing and watch the asshole plumet maybe 7 or 8 stories; then, he bounces off the awning of the apartment building and amazingly, lands on his feet.

Well at this point, I just completely lose it. I run back into the kitchen; unplug the refrigerator and start trying to haul it out on to the balcony so that I can heave it at the guy; I have a heart attack, and die.''

''That's the most amazing story I've heard today'', says St. Peter. ''Go get your wings and I'll see you later.''

He then motions the second guy over to him, and says ''Listen, I'm having kind of a dull day. Why don't you tell me how you died?''

Second guy says ''Ahhhhhh St. Peter. Just dumb luck. I work as a window washer by trade. I'm up washing windows on the 21st floor of this apartment buidling, mindin' my own business, when all of a sudden my safety harness snaps, I lose my balance and fall off of the scafolding. I fall maybe 5 or 6 floors, and ricochet off of some tall tree branches and I find myself just clinging by my fingertips to this balcony. Then out of the clear blue sky, some moron comes out onto the balcony and starts stomping on my fingertips; I lose my grip, and plummet about 15 floors, bounce off of the awning of this apartment builing, and miraculously.....land on my feet!!! I'm just about to look up to the sky to thank the Lord for sparing my life, when all of a sudden this f--king fridge falls on me and kills me.''

''That's the second most amazing story I've heard today!'' grins St. Peter. ''Go get your wings and I'll catch you later on.''

He then motions the third remaining guy over to him. ''So how did YOU die?'' he asks him.

Guy looks at St. Peter, shrugs his shoulders, and mumbles ''Well Geez, last thing I remember is that I was hidin' inside this refrigerator in this woman's apartment, eh.''