So one day, he surprises her by coming home early from work. She greets him at the door in a bathrobe, hair disheveled. He storms in and demands, “Where is he? Where’s the guy you’ve been sneaking around with?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she says calmly. Not convinced, the man ransacks the house looking for the alleged lover. Eventually, he gets to the kitchen upstairs, looks out the window, and spots a man sitting in a Volkswagen parked outside.
Convinced it’s the guy, he gets so furious that he lifts the refrigerator, hurls it out the window at the car — then promptly has a heart attack and dies.
At the Pearly Gates, St. Peter asks him why he’s there. The man explains, “I thought my wife was cheating, saw the guy in the car, threw a fridge at him, then dropped dead.” St. Peter frowns and says, “Nope. Hell for you.” He pulls a lever, a trapdoor opens, and down the man goes.
A few minutes later, another man arrives. St. Peter asks, “And you?” The man says, “I was just sitting in my car when a refrigerator came flying out of nowhere and crushed me!” St. Peter shakes his head, says, “I know all about you. Off you go.” Another lever, another trapdoor, gone.
Soon after, a third man shows up. St. Peter sighs and asks, “Let me guess — what happened to you?”
The man looks confused and says, “Honestly, I have no clue. One minute I was just chilling inside a fridge…”