[ WP ] Make a character . Whatever you want . He , She , It is dead . Now , make this story describing their last moments before ascending or descending .

Next! 
 
 St Peter's voice echoed throughout the infinity behind me. 
 
 I was in a place that was neither hot nor cold, bright or dull. In fact, trying to describe it was not easy, it seemed to elude my senses. Dimly, I wondered if that was because all my senses no longer worked, I mean, I was dead right? 
 
 I got to the front of the line. There were two other men on either side of me. 
 `` Alright.'' 
 The slightly bored looking middle aged man addressed the man on my right. 
 `` So how did you end up here?'' 
 
 `` Well, it's quite a story I tell you!'' 
 The man was tall, maybe in his forties and wore a dressing gown over very casual homebody clothes. 
 `` I live... er, lived in an apartment on the fifth story. I was hanging out on the balcony one day when it broke under me! Luckily I was able to grab onto the balcony railing of the floor below mine. I was hanging there for only a moment however when some lunatic came to the balcony and hit my fingers with a hammer! I fell the rest of the way but fate was cruel today in prolonging my fate. I survived the fall due to some low bushes and for a moment was unable to move.'' 
 
 The speaker seemed quite animated, he punctuated every word with a gesture. 
 `` I landed facing up, which is why I saw the same nutter that hit me on the fourth story heave the refrigerator over the railing and drop it on me!'' 
 He paused. 
 ``... and that is how I died''. 
 
 St Peter nodded vaguely, taking the occasional note like a fourth year student trying to convince the teacher he's paying attention. 
 
 `` OK, OK, I see.'' 
 He glanced tiredly at the other man, who I noticed, was shuffling his feet, his beet red face pointed firmly at the ground. 
 `` And you?'' 
 
 `` Erm, well I worked as a construction worker. I was coming home and found my wife...'' 
 
 St Peter cocked an eyebrow as he trailed off. 
 `` I would remind you'' 
 The old man said sternly, 
 `` That you can not lie before the gates of heaven Mr Blackburn'' 
 
 The man, Blackburn, looked extremely reluctant, but apparently accepting the inevitable, he continued. 
 `` She was naked... the bed sheets were all ruffed up, and there were a strange man's clothes on the floor.'' 
 He looked up at the saint defiantly. 
 `` Pretty sure the bible has a thing or two to say about what was obviously going on. Anyway I looked around and saw a pair of hands on the railing and my blood just boiled over like hot sauce. I ran over and drew my hammer, then brought it down on his hands. He fell right down but I could see him stirring about down there, so before the anger got away from me I hoisted the fridge over the balcony and dropped it on him.'' 
 
 A short stretch of silence filled our little corner of the afterlife after that little bombshell. 
 The first man had accusation in his eyes, but clearly could n't talk. I guess heaven has a'one turn each' policy or something. 
 ``... So how did you actually die'' 
 St Peter prompted him. 
 `` Well, funny thing was, my wife was silent the whole time I was bashing the guy down. Was only when I went to the refrigerator she started freaking out. Then after I hauled the thing I realised she had gotten my gun from the safe beside the bed, I was murdered too.'' 
 
 Then everyone turned to me. 
 Oh dear, I could n't lie could I? 
 This was awkward. I coughed and tried to look sincere. 
 
 `` OK well'' 
 I started, St Peter gesturing me to continue. 
 `` Picture this, you're naked in a fridge...''
