I was at a funeral a couple weeks ago. We went to church then the reception. Sitting next to my mom, brother and a couple aunts and uncles, I turned to my mom and told her, "I felt like I was losing my soul in church." I received a few astonished looks when my mom asked, "why would you say that?" I picked up my foot and showed her the sole of my shoe coming off.
He was looking for a soul to take. He came up to a man and said, "Sir, would you make a deal in exchange for your soul?" Now the man had red hair, so people said he did not have one. He told the Devil, "I'll give you my 'soul' if you grant me eternal youth, and infinite riches. But I contain my 'soul' in a container." The Devil agreed and they shook, then the man gave the Devil his left shoe's sole.
Told by a grandpa.
Scene: A family exploring a busy city, they've been walking for a while.
Sister: "My feet are so sore can we sit down somewhere soon?"
Dad: Sees the church that he wanted to check out "We can go inside that church"
Sister: "I just don't wanna walk any more though"
Dad: "But when you go inside, you can sit down and let your sole be healed" (Alt. Ver. "Let your soul be heeled")
It didn't hit me that we were dad joked until we were sitting inside.
The Soul of the people of Seoul is in their Soles.
