It was a slow day at the Pearly Gates, so St. Peter decided to learn the cause of death of everyone seeking entry. Suddenly three men arrived in quick succession. St. Peter asked the first man, "How did you die?" The man replied, "Oh, it was awful. I was so certain my wife was having an affair that I came home from work early to catch her in the act. Sure enough, she was in bed in the middle of the afternoon, but all alone. I searched our apartment everywhere, but couldn't find him. Then I went out on our balcony and there was a man, hanging over the railing. I hit his hands until he fell, but some bushes broke his fall. So, I rolled our refrigerator outside and pushed it over the railing on top of him. All that exertion gave me a heart attack and I died." St. Peter shook his head. "Wow, that's quite a story." He turned to the second man. "How did you die?" "Well, sir, it was awful," said the second man. "I was doing my exercises on the balcony of my apartment when I twisted my ankle and fell over the rail. I managed to grab the balcony of the apartment below ours, but then some maniac came out and pounded on my fingers until I fell. Luckily, I landed in some bushes. But then a refrigerator fell on me!" St. Peter chuckled, "That's a unique story, too." He then asked the third man, "How did you die?" "Okay, picture this: there I was, sitting naked inside a refrigerator...."