I say the bastard deserves to go to hell for eating the fucking marshmallows.
I saw my very first sin committed at the age of five. It was the sin of disobedience - not honoring my mother and my father. My mother said, "I don't want you boys to eat those marshmallows. We are going to roast them over the fire in the backyard with the family tonight." My mother caught my brother, Cliff and I, hiding behind a stump in our backyard in Farmington, Michigan, eating those marshmallows.
For all we know he took the graham crackers and chocolate for the S'mores as well...eternal damnation indeed!