As a Catholic, I *know * I am going to hell. Coming from a long line of superstitious Slovak peasants, guilt and despair runs deep in my veins. Sometimes, idly, I envision my personal version of hell. After refinement, my conclusion is this.
A cocktail waitress on an overbooked Disney cruise with Garrison Keillor droning on the PA system. With a bad case of the stomach flu.
Surely others out there have contemplated their eternal damnation. I am curious as to what everyone else’s hell looks like.