got this via email just now:

It got crowded in heaven, so -- for one day only -- it was decided only to accept people who had really had a bad day when they died. St Peter was standing at the pearly gates. He said to the first man, "Tell me about the day you died." The man said, "Oh, it was awful. I was sure my wife was having an affair, so I went home early to catch her with him. I searched all over the apartment, but couldn't find him anywhere. So I went out onto the balcony -- we live on the 25th floor -- and, sure enough, I found a man hanging over the edge by his fingertips. I went inside, got a hammer, and started hitting his hands. He fell, but landed in some bushes. So I got the refrigerator and pushed it over the balcony and it crushed him. But the strain of lifting that huge thing gave me a heart attack, and I died."
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St. Peter couldn't deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since it was a crime of passion, he let the man in.
He then asked the next man in line about the day he died. "Oh sir, it was awful," said the second man. "I was doing aerobics on the balcony of my 26th floor apartment when I twisted my ankle and slipped over the edge. I managed to grab the balcony of the apartment below, but some maniac came out and started pounding on my fingers with a hammer. I let go but luckily I landed in some bushes. But then the guy dropped a refrigerator on top of me!" �
St Peter chuckled and let him into heaven. He decided he could really start to enjoy this job.
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"Tell me about the day you died" he said to the third man in line.
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"OK, picture this: I'm naked, hiding inside a refrigerator..."

Robert