So here we are once again at the front reception hall of Heaven, often known as the 'Pearly Gates'.
St. Peter is waiting at his podium when nearly simultaneously three men show up and, after a disoriented moment walk over to the podium to receive holy judgment. After looking at the three for a moment, St. Peter addresses them as a group.
"Welcome to the Pearly Gates. Unfortunately, we're just about at capacity and though God's scheduling some time to make more space for all of the newcomers, I'm afraid that we just can't accommodate everybody right now. We are only letting in 33% of the people that arrive, even if they're all righteous and deserving of entrance. Of course, this also is subject to our screening process, but if you're good Christians and unless you've committed one of the Seven Deadly sins, we can probably get you a spot eventually. Now, I'd like you all to just take a seat in the waiting room over there, while I interview you each individually."
St. Peter motions the three men to go to a small enclosure with sofas and tables, and a holy newsstand for them to wait. They all sit down, and wait for a little while before St. Peter comes over to them with a clipboard and asks the first of the three men to come with him. The man stands up and follows St. Peter into a small room and is seated in front of a large desk. St. Peter seats himself at the desk and speaks to the man.
"Alright, basically our screening revolves a lot around the way you die. Even if you live well, but die in sin, you may not be allowed in. By that same token, even if you died badly, the circumstances in which you died may help your case. So I'd like you to give me a play-by-play of the way in which you died. So, on your own time..."
St. Peter picks up a pen, puts it to the clipboard and waits patiently for the man to begin. After a moment, the man starts:
"Okay, well I suppose I should begin with the story of what got me into the situation I was in. Picture it - I go to work every day and make money for my wife, to take care of her. We've been married only for a year so we don't have any kids, but soon the plan was to move out of our 9th floor apartment into a nice little house in the suburbs... Anyway, recently I'd been getting the impression that my wife had been cheating on me. You know the signs, she's been distant, secretive... Anyway.
"So I decided one day that I was going to try to catch her in the act. I called in sick to work and decided that I was going to watch my apartment and see if anything happened. So I got in my car, drove around the block, then hid in a coffee shop across the street to wait. And not half an hour after I left, I saw some guy who I'd never seen at the apartment before enter the building, and not long after, saw the curtains in my apartment pulled closed and could swear I saw some shadows of movement from the other side.
"I stormed up the stairs and tried the front door. It was locked, I listened, and could hear the sound of the shower running. I was sure that they were getting ready for... Well, you know. Anyway, I unlocked the door and bust in, trying to find the guy, but couldn't find him. I was sure he was in there, I could see a pair of shoes I didn't recognize in the front hall. So I checked the bathroom quietly, but only my wife was in there. I looked everywhere inside, but couldn't find anyone. Finally, to calm myself down, I went out onto the balcony, and there he was.
"I saw this guy hanging by his fingers right off the edge of the balcony, and when I looked down at him, he looked just as startled as I was. I knew it was the guy. So I went into a rage. I kicked at his hands, stepped on his knuckles and tried to make him fall. He kept holding on tight and wouldn't drop, so I got on my knees, punched his hands, and eventually socked him in the teeth. He fell down the 9 stories, but into a shrub. He looked injured, but I knew he was still alive. So I freaked out, went into the kitchen, dragged the fridge out onto the balcony and tipped it over the edge on top of him.
"A few minutes later, realizing what I had done, I realized that I was a murderer and couldn't bear to live with myself. I got my gun out of the closet and shot myself."
St. Peter sat in stunned silence for a moment, then stood up, showed the man over to a separate waiting room and asked him to wait while he passed judgment. He then went back to the first waiting room, and ushered the second man into the interview room to get his story. Similarly, the man begun.
"Picture it - a man in his prime, finally building up enough money to start his own business as a professional window washer. I got myself some equipment and was just starting on my first building when I realized that buying my scaffold and harness second-hand on the cheap wasn't a great idea.
"Before I knew it, the whole setup had come apart, and I was plummeting to sure death down below. I tried to save myself by grabbing on to a balcony on the 9th floor, and just barely managed to hang on as I watched my stuff fall down to the ground below.
"I tried my best to pull myself up, but just as I managed to get a strong grip on the balcony, some crazy looking guy runs out onto the balcony and spies me below. I was going to ask him for help, but he just started screaming and trying to make me fall. He stepped on my knuckles and kicked at my hands, then got down on his knees and tried to pry my fingers up. Finally, he punches me in the face and I lose my grip. I guess I should consider myself lucky that there was a hedge below me as it cushioned my fall.
"I knew I had broken most of the bones in my body, but I was just happy to be alive. But just as I was counting my lucky stars, and trying to get to my cell phone to call 911, a dark shadow appears over me, and something huge comes down on top of me and I'm crushed to death. The next thing I know, here I am."
St. Peter thanks him, and tells him that he'll get final judgment as soon as he's heard the story from the last man that arrived with them. He takes him to the second waiting room and goes to fetch the third and final man. Similarly, he escorts him to the interview room and asks him to explain the events leading up to his death.
The man clears his throat, then begins:
"Picture it - Hiding naked in a refrigerator..."
St. Peter is waiting at his podium when nearly simultaneously three men show up and, after a disoriented moment walk over to the podium to receive holy judgment. After looking at the three for a moment, St. Peter addresses them as a group.
"Welcome to the Pearly Gates. Unfortunately, we're just about at capacity and though God's scheduling some time to make more space for all of the newcomers, I'm afraid that we just can't accommodate everybody right now. We are only letting in 33% of the people that arrive, even if they're all righteous and deserving of entrance. Of course, this also is subject to our screening process, but if you're good Christians and unless you've committed one of the Seven Deadly sins, we can probably get you a spot eventually. Now, I'd like you all to just take a seat in the waiting room over there, while I interview you each individually."
St. Peter motions the three men to go to a small enclosure with sofas and tables, and a holy newsstand for them to wait. They all sit down, and wait for a little while before St. Peter comes over to them with a clipboard and asks the first of the three men to come with him. The man stands up and follows St. Peter into a small room and is seated in front of a large desk. St. Peter seats himself at the desk and speaks to the man.
"Alright, basically our screening revolves a lot around the way you die. Even if you live well, but die in sin, you may not be allowed in. By that same token, even if you died badly, the circumstances in which you died may help your case. So I'd like you to give me a play-by-play of the way in which you died. So, on your own time..."
St. Peter picks up a pen, puts it to the clipboard and waits patiently for the man to begin. After a moment, the man starts:
"Okay, well I suppose I should begin with the story of what got me into the situation I was in. Picture it - I go to work every day and make money for my wife, to take care of her. We've been married only for a year so we don't have any kids, but soon the plan was to move out of our 9th floor apartment into a nice little house in the suburbs... Anyway, recently I'd been getting the impression that my wife had been cheating on me. You know the signs, she's been distant, secretive... Anyway.
"So I decided one day that I was going to try to catch her in the act. I called in sick to work and decided that I was going to watch my apartment and see if anything happened. So I got in my car, drove around the block, then hid in a coffee shop across the street to wait. And not half an hour after I left, I saw some guy who I'd never seen at the apartment before enter the building, and not long after, saw the curtains in my apartment pulled closed and could swear I saw some shadows of movement from the other side.
"I stormed up the stairs and tried the front door. It was locked, I listened, and could hear the sound of the shower running. I was sure that they were getting ready for... Well, you know. Anyway, I unlocked the door and bust in, trying to find the guy, but couldn't find him. I was sure he was in there, I could see a pair of shoes I didn't recognize in the front hall. So I checked the bathroom quietly, but only my wife was in there. I looked everywhere inside, but couldn't find anyone. Finally, to calm myself down, I went out onto the balcony, and there he was.
"I saw this guy hanging by his fingers right off the edge of the balcony, and when I looked down at him, he looked just as startled as I was. I knew it was the guy. So I went into a rage. I kicked at his hands, stepped on his knuckles and tried to make him fall. He kept holding on tight and wouldn't drop, so I got on my knees, punched his hands, and eventually socked him in the teeth. He fell down the 9 stories, but into a shrub. He looked injured, but I knew he was still alive. So I freaked out, went into the kitchen, dragged the fridge out onto the balcony and tipped it over the edge on top of him.
"A few minutes later, realizing what I had done, I realized that I was a murderer and couldn't bear to live with myself. I got my gun out of the closet and shot myself."
St. Peter sat in stunned silence for a moment, then stood up, showed the man over to a separate waiting room and asked him to wait while he passed judgment. He then went back to the first waiting room, and ushered the second man into the interview room to get his story. Similarly, the man begun.
"Picture it - a man in his prime, finally building up enough money to start his own business as a professional window washer. I got myself some equipment and was just starting on my first building when I realized that buying my scaffold and harness second-hand on the cheap wasn't a great idea.
"Before I knew it, the whole setup had come apart, and I was plummeting to sure death down below. I tried to save myself by grabbing on to a balcony on the 9th floor, and just barely managed to hang on as I watched my stuff fall down to the ground below.
"I tried my best to pull myself up, but just as I managed to get a strong grip on the balcony, some crazy looking guy runs out onto the balcony and spies me below. I was going to ask him for help, but he just started screaming and trying to make me fall. He stepped on my knuckles and kicked at my hands, then got down on his knees and tried to pry my fingers up. Finally, he punches me in the face and I lose my grip. I guess I should consider myself lucky that there was a hedge below me as it cushioned my fall.
"I knew I had broken most of the bones in my body, but I was just happy to be alive. But just as I was counting my lucky stars, and trying to get to my cell phone to call 911, a dark shadow appears over me, and something huge comes down on top of me and I'm crushed to death. The next thing I know, here I am."
St. Peter thanks him, and tells him that he'll get final judgment as soon as he's heard the story from the last man that arrived with them. He takes him to the second waiting room and goes to fetch the third and final man. Similarly, he escorts him to the interview room and asks him to explain the events leading up to his death.
The man clears his throat, then begins:
"Picture it - Hiding naked in a refrigerator..."