An observant woman died one day, and found herself waiting in the long line for judgment.  As she stood there, she noticed that some souls were allowed to march right through the pearly gates into heaven.
Others, though, were led over to Prince of Darkness, who threw them into the burning pit.
But every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire,
He would toss a soul into a small pile off to one side.
After watching him do this several times, the woman’s curiosity got the best of her.  So she strolled over to find out what the devil he was doing.
“Excuse me, Prince of Darkness,” she said.
“I’m waiting my turn 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 Vancouver; they’re too wet to burn!”