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 them, "Heaven's welcoming tours and orientation sessions are getting pretty close to full today, and I've been asked to admit only people who have had particularly horrible deaths; everyone else will have to wait a few days. So what's your story?"

So Peter took the first man aside, and he told Peter his story: "Well, for a while I'd suspected my wife had been cheating on me, so today I came home early to 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, and 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 he let the man in.

Next, Peter took the second man aside, and he began 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 slipped, and 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, and suddenly this man burst out onto the balcony. I thought for sure I was saved, but 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."

Peter shook his head, patted the man on the back, and conceded that that was a pretty horrible death.

The third man came to the front of the line and began his story: "Picture this," says the third man, "I'm hiding naked inside a refrigerator..."