An odd fellow died one day, and found himself waiting in the long line of judgment. As he stood there, he noticed that some souls were allowed to march right through the pearly gates, and into Heaven. Others, though, were led over to Satan, who threw them down into the burning pit.
But, every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire, Satan would toss it off to one side, into an itty bitty pile. After watching Satan do this a number of times, the fellow’s curiosity got the best of him. He strolled over to ask Satan what he was doing. “Excuse me, Prince of Darkness,” he said. “I’m over there, waiting in line for judgment, and I couldn’t help noticing you tossing those people aside, instead of flinging them into the fires of hell with the others. Why?”
“Ah, those…!” Satan glanced over at them, and then said with a growl, “They’re all from Prince Rupert, British Columbia in Canada. They’re too wet to burn.”
