A curious fellow died one day and found himself waiting in a long long line for judgement. 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 a burning fire pit. Every so often， instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire， Satan would toss the soul to one side in a small pile.
After watching Satan do this several times， the fellow's curiosity got the better of him. So he strolled over and tapped Satan on the shoulder. “Excuse me， Prince of Darkness，” he said. “I'm waiting in line for judgement， 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，” Satan said with a grin. “They are from Seattle； they're too wet to burn！”
（For those of you unfamiliar with Seattle， it gets an extraordinary amount of rainfall， known to have one or two truly hot sunny days per summer season.）