Edmonton's been kind of chilly lately. So I remarked to Michelle, "It's cold as hell!"
To which she replied, "Hell is cold?"
"Well, Dante had a level of hell that was freezing."
"Was that for the really bad people, or . . . "
" . . . or the people who were kind of nice?"
"Yeah, like the ones who just got in by the skin of their teeth."
This sounded like a good excuse to pull out Nirvana Unplugged to hear their version of "Lake of Fire":

"Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to Heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
See 'em again till the Fourth of July"

But that didn't really warm us up.