A Bad Day

You Need To Have a Bad Day to Get Into Heaven

It got crowded in heaven, so, for one day it was decided only to accept people 

who had really had a bad day on the day they died. St. Peter was standing at the 

pearly gates and said to the first man, "Tell me about the day you died." 

The man said, "Oh, it was awful. I was sure my wife was having an affair, so I 

came home early to catch her with him. I searched all over the apartment but 

couldn't find him anywhere. So I went out onto the balcony, we live on the 25th 

floor, and found this man hanging over the edge by his fingertips. I went 

inside, got a hammer, and started hitting his hands. He fell, but landed in some 

bushes. So, I got the refrigerator and pushed it over the balcony and it crushed 

him. The strain of the act gave me a heart attack, and I died." 

St. Peter couldn't deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since it was a 

crime of passion, he let the man in. 

He then asked the next man in line about the day he died. "Well, sir, it was 

awful," said the second man. "I was doing aerobics on the balcony of my 26th 

floor apartment when I twisted my ankle and slipped over the edge. I managed to 

grab the balcony of the apartment below, but some maniac came out and started 

pounding on my fingers with a hammer. Luckily I landed in some bushes. But, then 

the guy dropped a refrigerator on me!" 

St. Peter chuckled, let him into heaven and decided he could really start to 

enjoy this job. 

"Tell me about the day you died?” he said to the third man in line. 

"OK, picture this; I'm naked, hiding inside a refrigerator...."