Two Chicagoans die in an unfortunate car wreck. Tragic, especially considering they didn't exactly spend their days helping old ladies cross the street or volunteering at the Boys and Girls club. Nope, these fellows went straight to Hades. The Devil, as is his custom, goes to greet his two newest eternal residents, and despite rivers of lava and torrents of brimstone, they're standing around in jackets. ""Not hot enough for you?"" asked the Devil. ""What, this? Nah, this is like a Spring day in …