Saint Peter says, “Our apologies, but due to logistics constraints, only one man can be let into heaven at a time. The man with the most interesting story goes first.” The men mumble agreement, and the first man says; “Well, I’ve been suspecting for a while that my wife was having an affair. I came home early one day and found her naked on the sofa. I said, ‘Aha! Where is he?’

but before she could answer I saw a man hanging off our railing on the terrace. So I walk over to him, and hit him with my shoes until he lets go and falls to his death. For good measure, I dragged a refrigerator over and dropped it onto the man. But all of that stress gave me a heart attack, so here I am.” St. Peter nods in acknowledgement, and the second man says; “Well, my cat escaped onto the terrace again today. I went to go catch it, but I tripped on my balcony railing and fell! Luckily, I caught my neighbor’s railing and held onthere, screaming help. But then he sees me, runs over, and starts hitting me with his shoe until I fall! I fall, and barely survive, but then I see a refrigerator flying at me… And now I’m here.” The first two men look over at the third man, who says: “Well, I was having the best sex of my life with a gorgeous woman. But the door rang, and she told me to hide in the refrigerator… And now I’m here!”