Two men waiting at the pearly gates strike up a conversation.
How'd you
die?" the first man asks the second.
"I froze to death," says the
second.
"That's awful," says the first man.
"How does it feel to freeze
to death?"
"It's very uncomfortable at first," says the second man.
"You get the shakes, and you get pains in all your fingers and toes. But
eventually, it's a very calm way to go. You get numb and you kind of
drift off, as if you're sleeping. How about you, how did you die?"
"I
had a massive head injury," says the first man. "You see, I was sure my
wife was cheating on me, so one day I showed up at home unexpectedly. I
ran up to the bedroom, and found her alone, knitting. I ran down to the
basement, but no one has hiding there, either. I ran up to the second
floor, but no one was hiding there either. I ran as fast as I could to
the attic, and just as I hit the top step, I tripped, fell three flights
of stairs, and landed square on the back of my head. Dead."
The second
man shakes his head, "That's so ironic," he says.
"What do you mean?"
asks the first man. "If you had only stopped to look in the freezer,
we'd both still be alive."
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