Saint Peter is at the Pearly Gates...
Absolutely bored and weary with his shift. He thinks of something that would make the evaluation process a bit more fun, so as the next soul comes up to him, he says:
–Look, let's make a deal. I don't care what you did in life, just tell me, how you died. If I find that amusing, I'll let you in.
–Well, Peter, – says the soul –I was suspecting my wife of cheating, so one day, I thought I'd leave work early. I take the lift, as we live on the 10th floor, I burst in through the door, and what do you know, there was my wife, fresh out of the shower, in her robes. I go frantic, shouting, raging, searching every wardrobe, every closet for the scoundrel. Alas, no luck, but in my fit of rage, I lifted the fridge and threw it right out the balcony. I realized that my suspicion was moot, but too little too late, as moments after, I had a heart attack from all this frenzy. And here I am.
Saint Peter smiles wryly.
–Alright, alright. Get in, that was good.
The next soul steps forward, and Saint Peter says to him:
–Okay, here's the deal. You tell me how you died, and if it's amusing, I'll let you in.
–Oh, Peter. – says the soul –You see, I was a mechanic in life. One day, this nice lady called me up to fix their AC. When I get there, she asks if it's okay for her to take a shower while I'm working. I say sure, no problem; it's gon' be a long procedure anyway. So I go out to the balcony to start working, but then I slip. I got hold of the railing, but no one heard me shout for help. I must've dangled for a good ten minutes when I lost my grip, falling ten stories. Miraculously, I managed to fall into a thick bush, which saved my life. I was just about to gather myself when gosh darn fridge fell from the sky, straight onto my head. And here I am.
Saint Peter lets out a good chuckle.
–Okay, wow. That's a good one, fella. Come on in.
The next soul steps up and Saint Peter addresses him.
–Now, listen here: Tell me how you died. If I find it amusing, I will let you in. But be wary; the competition's really tough.
–Pete, my man – says the soul – You won't believe this crap. So get this, I'm in my lover's fridge, butt naked….


