The next man walked up and St. Peter gave his spiel about Heaven being full and the man would have to tell his story.
“Ok,” the second man said. “So I live on the 26th floor of an apartment building, and every day I do exercises on my balcony. Well, today I fell over the edge, but luckily I caught the railing of the balcony below me.”
“Suddenly, this man came running out and started beating at my hands. He ran back inside and I thought I was safe, but then he came back out with a hammer and beat my hands again. I finally fell off, but luckily I landed in the bushes below and they saved my life. But that wasn’t enough for the man because he pushed his refrigerator over the edge and it landed on me and killed me. And now I’m here.”
“Wow, that’s a good one too! You can go ahead…”
The third man walked up and St. Peter again gave his spiel about Heaven being full and the man would have to tell his story of how he died.
“Ok,” the third man said. “I don’t know what happened. I was hiding naked inside this refrigerator…”
I heard this joke, word for word, in 1973. The classics never die. If told live by someone who can deliver that last sentence, it’s in my top ten.