"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 guy clinging to the rail by his fingertips. 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 throw it over. It hit the man. At this point the stress got to me and I suffered a massive heart attack and died."

Saint Peter thanked him and sent him out to the waiting room.

The second applicant then claimed that his last day had been his worst:

"I was on the roof of an apartment building working on the AC equipment and I stumbled over my tools and toppled off the building. I managed to grab onto the balcony rail of a 9th-floor apartment when 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 was too slow and was hit and killed by the thing."

Saint Peter couldn't help but chuckle as he directed the man to the waiting room.

He was still chuckling when his third customer of the day showed up. Saint Peter apologized and said, "I doubt your last day was as interesting as the two fellows that arrived here just before you.”

“I don't know." replied the guy, "Picture this: I'm naked, hiding in this cedar chest … “