THE MOST HORRIBLE DEATH

	Three men were standing in line to get into heaven one day.  
Apparently it had been a pretty busy day, though, so Peter had to tell the 
first one, "Heaven's getting pretty close to full today, and I've  been 
asked to admit only people who have had particularly horrible  deaths.  So 
what's your story?"
 
	So the first man replies: "Well, for a while I've suspected my wife  
has been cheating on me, so today I came home early and tried to catch  her 
red-handed.  As I came into my 25th floor apartment, I could tell something 
was wrong, but all my searching around didn't reveal where this other guy 
could have been hiding.  Finally, I went out to the  balcony, and sure 
enough, there was this man hanging off the railing,  25 floors above ground!  
By now I was really mad, so I started beating  on him and kicking him, but 
wouldn't you know it, he wouldn't fall off.  So finally I went back into my 
apartment and got a hammer and  starting hammering on his fingers.  
Of course, he couldn't stand that for long, so he let go and fell -- but 
even after 25 stories, he fell into the bushes, stunned but okay.  I 
couldn't stand it anymore, so I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the fridge and 
threw it over the edge where it landed on him, killing him instantly.  But 
all the stress and  anger got to me, and I had a heart attack and died there 
on the  balcony."
 
	"That sounds like a pretty bad day to me," said Peter, and let the 
man in.
 
	The second man comes up and Peter explains to him about heaven being 
full, and again asks for his story.
 
	"It's been a very strange day.  You see, I live on the 26th floor of  
my apartment building, and every morning I do my exercises out on my 
balcony.  Well, this morning I must have slipped or something, because I 
fell over the edge.  But I got lucky, and caught the railing of the balcony 
on the floor below me.  I knew I couldn't hang on for very  long, when 
suddenly this man burst out onto the balcony.  I thought  for sure I was 
saved, when he started beating on me and kicking me.  I  held on the best 
I could until he ran into the apartment and grabbed a  hammer and started 
pounding on my hands.  Finally I just let go, but  again I got lucky and 
fell into the bushes below, stunned but all  right.  Just when I was 
thinking I was going to be okay, this refrigerator comes falling out of the 
sky and crushes me instantly, and now I'm here."
 
	Once again, Peter had to concede that that sounded like a pretty  
horrible death.
 
	The third man came to the front of the line, and again the whole  
process was repeated.  Peter explained that heaven was full and asked for 
his story.
 
	"Picture this," says the third man, "I'm hiding naked inside a
refrigerator..."