You’re greeted at the pearly gates to heaven by St. Peter who asks where you’d like to spend eternity.
“Well, heaven of course!” you say.
Peter replies: “You have to check out hell just to see what you think before you commit.”
Disappointed, you shrug but agree. And to your surprise, when the elevator doors open into hell, you see golden beaches, golf courses, gorgeous people mingling with colorful drinks. It’s not what you expected, but maybe heaven is even better, you think. So you take the elevator back up, but all you find there is a bunch of dull harp-playing on clouds. There doesn’t even seem to be anything great to eat.
You go back to Peter: “I didn’t think I’d ever say this, but I think I’d rather go to hell,” you say.
“So it shall be,” he says, and you head back down to start your new afterlife.
Only this time, when the doors open, you’re met with fire, brimstone and flowing lava.
“What is this?” you yell. “Where’s the beach? What happened?”
Your welcoming committee stares at you blankly: “Oh,” they say. “Yesterday we were recruiting you. Today you’re staffed.”