There is a long line at St. Peter's gate. He announces that heaven is getting full and will only be taking some special cases. He calls for the first man to step forward.
Picture this.....I live on the 25th story of this apartment building. For some time now I've been suspecting my wife is cheating on me. I come home early from work one day to find her butt naked in bed with the sheets thrown back like someone jumped out. I search all over this house, but I have no luck in finding him. I walk out to the balcony to grab some air and there he is hanging from the ledge! I start beating the shit out of him. He wouldn't let go so I ran into the house and grabbed a hammer. I start hammering on his fingers and he finally falls 25 stories. I watched with glee as he lands. This fucker lands in some bushes and gets up and brushes himself off! I get pissed, walk in the house, rip the fridge from the wall, and throw it down killing him instantly. In the midst of it all, I have a heart attack and die right there on the balcony.
St. Peter looks at the man and tells him to go on in.