An exceedingly 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 pearly gates into 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 and he inquired what was happening.
"Excuse me," said he, "I'm waiting in line, but I couldn't help wondering, why are you tossing those souls aside?"
"Ah, those ...." Old Scratch said with a groan. "They're all from Scotland--too wet to burn."
---------------A Final Thought ...
"In all my travels I never met with any one Scotchman but what was a man of sense: I believe everybody of that country that has any, leaves it as fast as they can."
- Francis Lockier (1668–1740), English prelate, man of letters. Quoted in: Joseph Spence, Anecdotes, pt. 2, “1730–32” (1820)