A husband comes home early, convinced his wife is cheating. He finds her messy and in a bathrobe. Furious, he storms through the house until he sees a man sitting in a Volkswagen outside through the kitchen window. He grabs the refrigerator and hurls it at the car — then collapses from a heart attack and dies.

At Heaven’s gates, St. Peter asks how he died. The man replies: “I saw my wife’s lover in a Volkswagen, threw a fridge at him, and then suffered a heart attack.” Peter frowns, says he doesn’t belong there, and sends him to Hell.

A moment later, another man arrives. “Why are you here?” Peter asks. He answers, “I was just sitting in my Volkswagen when this refrigerator came falling out of the sky and crushed me.” Peter, having heard the first story, sends him to Hell too.

Then a third man shows up. “How did you die?” Peter asks. The man, bewildered, says, “I was… sitting inside that refrigerator.”

The implication — and the punchline — is that the first man’s throw set off a chain of absurd events, and the third man had the worst luck of all, being inside the refrigerator all along.