I heard a slightly different version of this one:
Three men arrive at the Pearly Gates, and St. Peter says, "I'm sorry, we're getting a bit full in here, and we've already reached our quota for the day, but tell me your stories, and if I like what I hear, I'll let you in."
The first man starts. "I've suspected for some time that my wife was cheating on me, so today I rushed home to catch her. There was no one there, so I stepped on my sixth floor balcony to cool off. There I found a man hanging from the edge of my balcony in his underwear! I got so mad, I stomped on his fingers. He fell 6 floors, but some bushes broke his fall, and he survived. I was filled with rage and pushed my refrigerator over the railing. The exertion caused a heart attack and I died."
"Wow, that's quite a story. Alright, you can go in," St. Peter says.
The second man tells his tale. "I was doing my daily yoga on my seventh floor balcony in my underwear when I suddenly lost my balance and fell over the rail. I managed to catch the edge of the balcony below me, though, and was trying to pull myself back up when some maniac started stomping on my fingers! I fell down the rest of the way, sure it was the end of me, but by some miracle, the bushes broke my fall and I survived. I lay there assessing the damage, when all of a sudden a refrigerator fell on me and I died."
"That's quite a tragic tale," St. Peter says. "You may go in."
The third man begins his tale: "I was standing naked in this refrigerator..."
Arigato, Byakuya San!