Heaven`s New Policy
> It was getting a little crowded in Heaven, so God decided to change the
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>admittance policy. The new law was that, in order to get into Heaven,
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>you had to have a really bad day when you died. The policy would go
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>into effect at noon the next day. The next day at 12:01, the first
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>person came to the gates of Heaven. The Angel at the gate, remembering
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>the new policy, promptly said to the man, "Before I let you in, I need
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>you to tell me how your day was going when you died."
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>"No problem," the man said. "I came home to my 25th floor apartment on
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>my lunch hour and caught my wife half naked. She appeared to be having
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>an affair, but her lover was nowhere in sight. I immediately began
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>searching for him. My wife was yelling at me as I searched the entire
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>apartment. Just as I was about to give up, I happened to glance out
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>onto the balcony and noticed that there was a man hanging off the edge
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>by his fingertips! The nerve of that guy! Well, I ran out onto the
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>balcony and stomped on his fingers until he fell to the ground. But
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>wouldn`t you know it, he landed in some trees and bushes that broke his
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>fall and he didn`t die. This pissed me off even more. In a rage, I went
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>back inside to get the first thing I could get my hands on to throw at
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>him. Oddly enough, the first thing I thought of was the refrigerator. I
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>unplugged it, pushed it out onto the balcony, and tipped it over the
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>side. It plummeted 25 stories and crushed him! The excitement of the
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>moment was so great that I had a heart attack and died almost
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>instantly."
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>The Angel sat back and thought a moment. Technically, the guy did have
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>a bad day. It was a crime of passion. So,the Angel announced, "Ok, sir.
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>Welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven," and let him in.
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>A few seconds later the next guy came up. The Angel said, "Before I can
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>let you in, I need to hear about what your day was like when you died."
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>"No problem," said the second man. "But you`re not going to believe
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>this. I was on the balcony of my 26th floor apartment doing my daily
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>exercises. Having been under a lot of pressure I was really pushing hard to
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>relieve my stress. I guess I got a little carried away, slipped, and
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>accidentally fell over the side! Luckily, I was able to catch myself by
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>the fingertips on the balcony below mine. But all of a sudden this
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>crazy man comes running out of his apartment, started cussing, and
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>stomps on my fingers. Well, of course I fell. I hit some trees and
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>bushes at the bottom which broke my fall so I didn`t die right away. As
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>I`m laying there face up on the ground, unable to move, and in
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>excruciating pain, I see this guy push his refrigerator, of all things,
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>off the balcony. It falls the 25 floors and lands on top of me, killing
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>me instantly."
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>The Angel is quietly laughing to himself as the man finishes his story.
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>"I could get used to this new policy," he thinks to himself. "Very
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>well," the Angel announces. "Welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven," and he
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>lets the man enter.
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>A few seconds later, a third man comes up to the gate. The angel says,"
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>Please tell me how you died." The third man says,
"Ok, picture this. I`m naked, hiding inside a refrigerator
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