Three men arrive at the Pearly Gates at the same time. Saint Peter meets them there.
“Welcome to Heaven,” Saint Peter says. “But before you can enter, you must pass a test. We have a new rule here. You must tell me how you died, and the more tragically and spectacularly you died, the better your chances of getting in.”
The first man steps forward. “I came home from work early and found my wife with another man. In a fit of rage, I grabbed the refrigerator and threw it off our 20th-floor balcony. But then, I felt so guilty about what I had done that I had a heart attack and died.”
Saint Peter nods gravely. “A crime of passion. Very tragic. You may enter.”
The second man steps up. “I was on the balcony of my 21st-floor apartment, doing my morning exercises. I slipped on a banana peel, fell over the railing, and would have been fine, but I was hit on the head by a falling refrigerator.”
Saint Peter winces. “A terrible case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Very spectacular. You may enter.”
The third man, looking very nervous, steps forward.
“And how did you die?” Saint Peter asks.
The man takes a deep breath and says, “Okay, picture this: I’m naked, hiding inside a refrigerator…”