A Canadian, an American, and a Mexican were all killed in a plane crash. Out of all the passengers on-board they were the only ones sent to hell.
When they arrived in hell, they found themselves face to face with the Devil.
The Devil, upon seeing them, said "What are you three doing here?", but before any of the startled men could form a coherent answer, the Devil already had turned away from them and seemed to be checking some sort of computer terminal.
Turning back to the men, he said "None of you are supposed to be here yet. That plane crash was a freak accident, although you all belong here, you have arrived before your time. This happens from time to time, the man upstairs likes to have a laugh and surprise me now and then."
The American, being the boldest of the three, spoke up. "So does that mean we get to go back? Do we get a chance to change our ways so that we don't end up back here at the correct time?"
"Maybe." replied the Devil, "If any of you can think of a feat that I cannot accomplish, I shall send you back. You all deserve to be here and I have no problem in accommodating you." He continued with an evil grin. "Unfortunately there are rules that have to be observed in cases like this, so each of you has a chance to get back to the land of the living. Time is eternal here, take as long as you want to think of a feat, and then when you are ready, you may challenge me."
The three men couldn't believe that they may have a chance at not going to hell, and moved off slightly so each of them could think of a feat they felt the devil would not be able to do.
After about three hours the Canadian returned to the Devil. "I am ready to challenge you." he stated.
The Devil smiled. "Go ahead."
In Canada we have very cold winters. My job was to drive a snow plough. My Challenge to you is to clear the snow from every road, pathway, driveway, and back ally, throughout the whole of Canada.
The American and the Mexican were impressed, that was indeed a worthy challenge, but the Devil just smiled and said. "So be it."
For the next three days the sun beat down on Canada with the same ferocity it had in the Sahara desert. Not only melting the snow, but totally evaporating even the faintest trace of it.
The Devil turned back to the Canadian and grabbed the front of his clothes, lifting him off his feet and raising him up until they were at eye level with each other.
"I think I win." Said the Devil. A hole appeared in the floor where the Canadian had been standing not moments before, and the Devil casually dropped the screaming man into it.
A few more hours pass, and then the American decides he will challenge the Devil. "I used to be a wheat farmer. In America we have a lot of wheat fields. I challenge you to to remove every single grain of corn in America. Not only in the fields, but from warehouses, shops, people larders and cupboards. There should not be a single grain of corn left in America."
The Mexican nodded in approval, that truly seemed an impossible act. You could not change the weather as it would not affect the corn in warehouses or in peoples home. You could not send a plague of locusts either for the same reason.
The Devil just smiled again though, and said "So be it."
Instantly all the corn in America was altered at the genetic level and became maize instead.
"I win." said the devil. He clicked his fingers and a hole opened so fast beneath the American he had no hope of escape.
As the whole closed again, so the Mexican stepped forward. "I have a challenge for you."
The Devil looked at him and said. " I hope this isn't related to your country in the same way the other two challenges were, I'm getting bored."
"I'm afraid it is similar, yes." said the Mexican. "In out country the main two things in out diet are cheese and beans."
"I know, so what is your challenge?" asked the Devil.
The Mexican broke wind loudly, and then said "Catch that amigo."