The refrigerator?

A man returned home early from work to find his wife still naked in bed. Enraged, he demanded to know where her clandestine lover was. The wife denied there was anyone, but the man didn't believe her. He looked under the bed, in all the closets and bathrooms, but found nobody, checked all the windows and doors but found they were all closed and locked from the inside. Finally he stormed downstairs, followed by his wife, and happened to notice a guy jogging across their lawn wearing a bathrobe. In fury, he picked up the refrigerator from the kitchen, carried it out the front door, and threw it at the man, killing him instantly. His wife, horrified, said "You idiot, that was our retired neighbor picking up his newspaper!" The husband, shocked and remorsed, and stressed from lifting the refrigerator, had a heart attack and died on the spot.

He found himself at the pearly gates with two other men. St. Peter asked the first, "How did you get here?"The man replied, "I was jogging across the lawn getting my newspaper when this refrigerator suddenly came out of nowhere and killed me."

St. Peter nodded and then asked the husband, "How did you get here?" The husband replied, remorseful, "I'm the one who threw the refrigerator, sir, in a fit of jealousy, and the strain and remorse killed me once I knew what I'd done."

Again St. Peter nodded and turned to the third man. "And how did you get here?"

The third man replied, "I really don't know. I was just minding my own business hiding in this refrigerator..."