All heavenly arrivals suffer a bureaucratic examination for admission. One room has a clerk who inputs records of what each applicant did on his or her last day of life.
The first applicant of the day explains that his last day was not a good one:
“I came home early and found my wife lying naked in bed. She claimed she had just gotten out of the shower. Well, her hair was dry, and I checked the shower and it was completely dry too. I knew she was into some hanky-panky and I began to look for her lover. I went onto the balcony of our 9th floor apartment and found the SOB clinging to the rail by his finger tips. I was so angry that I began bashing his fingers with a flower pot. He let go and fell, but his fall was broken by some awnings and bushes. On seeing he was still alive, I found super human strength to drag our antique cedar chest to the balcony and threw it over. It hit the man and killed him. At this point the stress got to me, and I suffered a massive heart attack and died.”
The clerk thanked him and sent him on to the next office.
The second applicant said that his last day was his worst:
“I was on the roof of an apartment building working on the AC equipment. I stumbled over my tools and toppled off the building. I managed to grab onto the balcony rail of a 9th floor apartment, but some idiot came rushing out on the balcony and bashed my hands with a flower pot. I fell but hit some awnings and bushes and survived, but as I looked up I saw a huge chest falling toward me. I tried to crawl out of the way but failed and was hit and killed by the chest.”
The clerk couldn’t help but chuckle as he directs the man to the next room. He is still giggling when his third customer enters. He apologises and says, “I doubt that your last day was as interesting as the fellow in here just before you.”
“I don’t know,” replies the man. “Picture this; I’m buck naked, hiding in this cedar chest…”