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 bummer 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 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 as 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 instantly." 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.