There once were three men who lived in a shoe. One green, one red, and one blue.
One day a fire broke out at the curve of the soul, much to the relief of Mr Blue, I am told.
He was being held against his will, being force fed alcohol swill.
So when the flames reached the liquid they all went boom and died blackened and twisted, not allowing any spirit to leave, including the shoe’s soul, upon top where they existed.