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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, &amp;quot;Tell me about the day you died.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The man said, &amp;quot;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&amp;#039;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.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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St. Peter couldn&amp;#039;t deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since it was a crime of passion, he let the man in.&lt;br /&gt;
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He then asked the next man in line about the day he died. &amp;quot;Well, sir, it was awful,&amp;quot; said the second man. &amp;quot;I was doing aerobics on the balcony of my 26th floor apartement 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====&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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St. Peter chuckled, let him into heaven and decided he could really start to enjoy this job.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Tell me about the day you died?&amp;quot;, he said to the third man in line.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;OK, picture this, I&amp;#039;m naked, hiding inside a refrigerator....&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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