Q&A: Is This How You Get to Heaven?

Question by pd6491: Is This How You Get to Heaven?
It was getting crowded in Heaven so God decided to change the admission policy. The new rule was that in order to get into Heaven, you had to have had a real bummer of a 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 half naked, but her lover was nowhere in sight. She was yelling at me while I searched the entire apartment looking for him. Just as I was about to give up, I happened to glance out on to the balcony and noticed there was a man hanging off the
edge by his fingertips! The nerve of the 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 so 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 for 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 out 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 was able to catch myself by the fingertips on the edge of 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 lying 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………….

Best answer:

Answer by turbid_spirit
Too LOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!

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