One of my favourite recurring gags in Futurama was how Professor Farnsworth would begin all of his meetings by proclaiming "Good news, everyone!", regardless of what information he actually had to impart. I believe in at least one instance, his opening line was "Good news, everyone! I have terrible news."

The belief that non-Christians aren't yet damned until they've actually heard the gospel is common throughout many denominations and Christian cultures (though, needless to say, it's difficult to find Scriptural justification for it). In my experience, the typical response to the obvious corollary ("Wait, then why are we telling people about this?") is usually for an authority figure to roll their eyes and admonish their pupil not to be a smartass.

Of course, if one does accept the idea, the other question to which it naturally leads is "How much good news is too much?". If I tell you that God so loved the world that he sent his only begotten son that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish but have everlasting life... and I add that said progeny's name was Chad Haverman, a car salesman from Houston who was sent to the chair in 1958... does that count?