A curious 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 gates of heaven. Others, though, were led over to
Satan who threw them into the burning pit.
But every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire, Satan
would toss a soul off to one side into a small pile. After watching Satan
do this several times, the fellow's curiosity got the best of him. So he
strolled over and asked Satan, "Excuse me, Prince of Darkness," he said.
"I'm waiting in line for judgment, but I couldn't help wondering, why are
you tossing those people aside instead of flinging them into the fires of
hell with the others?"
"Ah, those," Satan said with a groan. "They're all from Seattle. They're
too wet to burn yet."
