Three men were standing in line smoking their e-cigs and waiting to get into heaven one day. St. Peter had to tell the first one, "Very full here, young man, I can only let tragic deaths in. That nosy goody two-shoes Heavenly Fire Marshall says I gotta keep attendance down. So what's your story?"
So the first man replies: "My name is GT, and, for a while I've suspected my wife has been cheating on me, today I came home early to try to catch her in the act. As I came into my 20th floor apartment, I could tell she had been up to no good, so I searched the place but I could not find the guy. Finally I went out to the balcony and there was this man hanging off the railing, 20 floors in the air. I was really mad, so I started beating on him and kicking him, but he wouldn't let go! I went back into my apartment and got a hammer and went to work on his fingers. He couldn't stand that for long so he let go and fell, but even falling 20 stories, he landed on the bushes, stunned, but okay. Enraged, I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the fridge and threw it over the edge where it landed on him, squashing him dead. Ironically, all the stress and anger caused me to have a massive heart attack and I died right there on the balcony, in my moment of triumph."
"Good enough today, or any other day, that is quite a tale," said St. Peter, and he opened the gate.
The second man comes up and St. Peter explains to him that only tragic cases were permitted on order of the Heavenly Fire Marshall, a meddling wretch that was always taking pictures of everything!
"Get this, St. Peter. My name is Bronze. I live on the 21st floor of my apartment building, and each day I exercise outside on my balcony. This morning I tripped over my bust of George Washington and I fell over the edge. I got lucky and caught the railing of balcony on the floor below me. I couldn't hang on for too long, but then suddenly this man burst out on to the balcony. I thought I was saved, but then he started beating on me! Still, I held on. Then he ran into the apartment and grabbed a hammer and started pounding on my hands. I let go after a few hammer blows, but by some miracle I fell into the bushes below, shaken, but happy to be alive. I was grateful to be okay, but then this refrigerator comes falling out of the sky and crushes me instantly, can you believe it?"
"I believe it completely," said St. Peter, and he opened the gate.
The third man came to the front of the line, and he was advised that there was limited availability. St. Peter explained that heaven was full and he did not want any more trouble with Dusty, the Heavenly Fire Marshall. "Even a dashing man with movie-star good looks like yourself will have to tell me a tragic tale to get into heaven today!" said St. Peter.
"I understand, St. Peter. My name is Edd" says the very handsome third man, "You will never believe this story, but here goes. My tall athletic blonde girlfriend's husband comes home early, so I'm hiding naked inside a refrigerator..."