St. Peter And The Man

Three men end up in line together at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter motions to the first one. “How did you die, sir?”

“Well, it’s like this. I thought my wife might have been cheating on me. So, I came back to our condo early this afternoon without telling her. Sure enough, she was in the bedroom naked, and there were two half-empty wine glasses on the nightstand. I’m looking around and see the sliding door to the balcony off our kitchen wide open. So I look down, and there’s one of my neighbors standing down below grabbing a smoke. I guess I just snapped, ’cause I pushed the refrigerator right out the door and off the balcony. Dropped it right on top of him. But all the stress and exertion…it gave me a heart attack.”

St. Peter frowned. “We’re going to have to look into that. Now,” he said, motioning to the second man, “how did you die?”

The second man says, “I’m his neighbor. The wife won’t let me smoke in our condo. So, all I do is go outside to have a cigarette, and the next thing I know, this refrigerator comes falling from the sky out of nowhere and lands right on top of me.”

“I see,” says St. Peter, nodding sympathetically. Noting the third man, he turns to him. “What about you, sir? How did you die?”

The man replies , “So, I’m minding my own business in this refrigerator….”