Three men and a woman turn up at the Pearly Gates.

St. Peter looks at the woman and asks her how she died.

"I was at home when my husband burst into the apartment, shouting and swearing, accusing me of adultery, demanded to know where my lover was. Then he hit me, I fell backward, hit my head and fractured my skull."

St. Peter turns to the first man, "And you?"

"I'm her husband," says man No. 1, "I came home in a rage. I was convinced she had her lover in the flat. Yes I hit her, but I didn't know I'd killed her. I searched the flat. I'm sure he was there, but I couldn't find him. Then, in my rage and frustration, I threw the refrigerator out of the window. The effort was too much and I had a fatal heart attack".

St. Peter grunted and turned to the second man.

"There I was," said the second man, "walking down the street, minding my own business, when I was hit by a fridge thrown from a fourth floor window, it killed me."

St. Peter was looked at the third man and merely raised an eyebrow.

"Ah!" says man No. 3. "There I was, minding my own business, sitting in this fridge..."

I won't bother getting my coat, it's warm enough.

Walrus.