Three stood by the golden gate and St. Peter said, “Sorry, we’re all filled up, so only one of you cane into heaven. So, out of you three, the one who had the most tragic death of all may enter the heaven.”
The first man spoke, “Well, I am a newlywed and I tend to get jealous of my wife and her male friends, so I forbid her to see any of them when I was at work. But today I came home early and saw two wine glasses on the coffee table and when I asked my wife what was going on, she blushed and was silent. I searched the entire house for her male friend and finally I spotted someone’s hands grasping the railing on our balcony. In a fit of rage I stomped on the hands until the rascal fell 15 stories down into the bin below. When I realized he was still alive, I unhooked my fridge and throw it over the railing. In the process of doing this, I had a heart attack.”
St. Peter replied, “Wow, that’s too bad. Next?”
The second man began to speak,“I am a window washer and I was minding my own business and washing the seventeenth story windows at an apartment when my safety rope snapped and I began to fall. I reached out and in a stroke of luck, grabbed on to a balcony railing on the fifteenth. I was trying to catch my breath and wait it for someone to rescue me when some lunatic started to stomp on my hands until I lost my grip and fell into the bin below. I opened my eyes in disbelief only to see a fridgee c