Guy suspects his wife is having an affair so he comes home early one day to find out if anything is going on. Finding the lift out of order, he has to run up sixteen flights of stairs to his flat, where he finds his wife on the bed, naked.

Quick search of the flat reveals no-one but out of the kitchen window he can see a bloke running away, pulling his jacket on.

Hopping mad he opens the window, picks up the fridge and throws it out. Splat! A great shot flattens the bloke, but the effort of running up all those stairs and then heaving the fridge out gives him a heart attack and he dies.

Up at the pearly gates, St. Peter's signing in the new arrivals.

"How did you get to be here?", has asks the guy. "Well, after running up a load of stairs and throwing a fridge out of a window, I had a heart attack". "Okay, in you go", say St. Peter, "next!".

"So, how did you get here?", he asks the next bloke.

"Well, I was sitting in this fridge...".