A man suspects his wife is cheating on him, so he comes home early from work one day. His wife greets him at the door in her bathrobe, her hair disheveled.
“Where is he?” he demands. “Where is the guy who’s sleeping with you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey,” she replies. So the man rummages through the house looking for the guy. Finally, he’s on the second floor in the kitchen, looks out the window, and sees a man sitting in a Volkswagen.
“That’s him,” the man thinks. “That’s the guy who’s sleeping with my wife!” Enraged, he picks up the refrigerator, throws it out the window, has a heart attack, and dies.
At the gates of heaven, he meets Saint Peter. “Why are you here?” he asks. The man replies, “I knew my wife was cheating on me, so I came home early. I saw her lover sitting in his Volkswagen on the street, threw the refrigerator at him, had a heart attack, and died.” Saint Peter frowns and says, “You don’t belong here. To hell with you.” He pulls a large lever, a trapdoor opens, and the man disappears.
A few minutes later, another man arrives at the gates of heaven. “What are you doing here?” asks Saint Peter. The man replies, “I don’t know! I was just sitting in my Volkswagen, not bothering anyone, when suddenly someone threw a refrigerator at me!” Saint Peter shakes his head: “I’ve heard about you. To hell with you!” He pulls the lever, the trapdoor opens, and the man disappears.
A few minutes later, another man arrives at the gates of heaven. “What are you doing here?” asks Saint Peter.
The man scratches his head and says, “Honestly, I have no idea. I was just sitting in that refrigerator…”
