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It was getting a little crowded in Heaven, so God decided to change
the admittance policy. The new law was that in order to get into
Heaven, you had to have a really bad day on the day that you died. The policy
would go into effect at noon the next day.
So, the next day at 12:01 the first person came to the gates of
Heaven. The Angel at the gate, remembering the new policy, promptly
asked the man, "Before I let you in, I need you to tell me how your day was
going when you died."
"No problem," the man said. "I came home to my 25th-floor apartment on
my lunch hour and caught my wife having an affair. But her lover
was nowhere in sight. I immediately began searching for him. My wife
was half naked and yelling at me as I searched the entire apartment.
Just as I was about to give up, I happened to glance out onto the
balcony and noticed that there was a man hanging off the edge by his
fingertips!
The nerve of that guy! Well, I ran out onto the balcony and stomped on
his fingers until he fell to the ground. But wouldn't you know it, he
landed in some trees and bushes that broke his fall and he didn't die.
This ticked me off even more. In a rage, I went back inside to get the
first heavy thing I could get my hands on to throw at him. Oddly
enough, the first thing I thought of was the refrigerator.
I unplugged it, pushed it out onto the balcony, and tipped it over the
side. It plummeted 25 stories and crushed him! The excitement of the
moment was so great that I had a heart attack and died almost
instantly."
The Angel sat back and thought a moment. Technically, the guy did have
a bad day. It was a crime of passion. So, the Angel announced, "OK,
sir.. Welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven," and let him in.
A few seconds later the next guy came up. To the Angel's surprise, it
was Donald Trump. "Mr. Trump, before I can let you in, I need to hear
about what your day was like when you died."
Trump said, "No problem. But you're not going to believe this. I was
on the balcony of my 26th floor apartment doing my daily exercises. I
had been under a lot of pressure so I was really pushing hard to
relieve my stress. I guess I got a little carried away, slipped, and
accidentally fell over the side! Luckily, I was able to catch myself by the fingertips
on the balcony below mine. But all of a sudden this crazy man comes
running out of his apartment, starts cussing, and stomps on my
fingers. Well, of course I fell. I hit some trees and bushes at the
bottom, which broke my fall, so I didn't die right away. As I'm laying there face up on
the ground, unable to move and in excruciating pain,
I see this guy push his refrigerator of all things off the balcony. It
falls the 25 floors and lands on top of me, killing me.
The Angel is quietly laughing to himself as Trump finishes his story.
"I could get used to this new policy," he thinks to himself. "Very
well," the Angel announces. "Welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven," and he
lets Trump enter.
A few seconds later, Bill Clinton comes up to the gate. The Angel is
almost too shocked to speak. Thoughts of assassination and war pour
through the Angel's head. Finally he says, "Mr. President, please tell
me what it was like the day you died."
Clinton says, "OK, picture this. I'm naked, inside a refrigerator......"
