A new York Divorce Lawyer died 
and 
arrived at the pearly gates. Saint Peter asks him ''What have you 
done to merit entrance into Heaven?'' The Lawyer thought a moment, then 
said, ''A week ago, I gave a quarter to a homeless person on the 
street.'' Saint Peter asked Gabriel to check this out in the record, and 
after a moment Gabriel affirmed that this was true. 
Saint 
Peter said, ''Well , that's fine, but it's not really quite 
enough 
to get you into Heaven.'' The Lawyer said, ''Wait Wait! There's 
more! Three years ago I also gave a homeless person a quarter.'' Saint 
Peter nodded to Gabriel, who after a moment nodded back, affirming this, 
too, had been verified. 
Saint Peter then whispered to 
Gabriel, ''Well, what do you suggest we 
do with this fellow?'' 
Gabriel gave the Lawyer a sidelong glance, then said to Saint Peter, 
''Let's give him back his 50 cents and tell him to go to Hell.''
  
Each man gives a story
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 to try 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 f
 loor 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 Peter explained 
that heaven was full and asked for 
his story. 
''Picture this,'' says the third man, ''I'm hiding 
inside a 
refrigerator...''