Gle, you've heard the fridge joke right? meh, i'll tell it anyway.
3 guys die and go to heaven, and saint peter says, "whoever of you died the worst death gets in." so the first guy steps up.
"well, i was just standing on the balcony of my 20th story apartment, when i slipped and fell off! and i was falling and falling, and as luck would have it, i caught onto the railing of a lower apartment! i started trying to pull myself in, but some CrAzY guy starting stomping on my fingers! and when i wouldn't let go, he got a hammer and beat my hands to pulps!! so i fell, and again, i got lucky and landed in a bush. i said a quick prayer of thanks, but then next thing i knew, there was a refridgerator falling out of the sky at me! so i died..."
Saint Peter nodded. "That's pretty gruesome."
the second guy stepped up and said, "Well, i knew my wife was having an affair, so i came home from work early to catch the guy. i got home and my wife was in the shower, but when i checked on her, she was alone. but i knew he was there, so i looked EVERYWHERE. and the last place i looked was out on the balcony, and sure enough, there was the guy trying to get back in. so i STOMPED on his fingers, but he wouldn't let go... so i grabbed a hammer and beat his hands to pulps. and he fell, and OF COURSE... he landed in a bush. so i went inside and picked up my refridgerator (it weighed a TON) and dropped it on him n' killed him!! then i felt so bad, i shot myself."
Saint Peter nodded. "That's pretty gruesome."
The third guy stepped up, looked around nervously, then whispered, "okay. picture yourself hiding naked and wet in a refridgerator..."