We can only hope that Phelps’ afterlife will be one long agony of being tied to a chair at an eternal performance featuring Oscar Wilde, Errol Flynn, Ellen DeGeneres, Freddie Mercury, K.D.Lang, the t.A.t.U. girls, Ian McKellan, etc., on the Heavenly stage.**
I hope that Fred Phelps’s eternal punishment will consist of him being tied to a chair. Dancing around the chair will be the spirit of every person he’s accused of being gay or who’s funeral he’s “protested” at. These spirits will be dressed as outrageous transvestites (garments that put the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence to shame). As they dance around Phelps’s chair, they chant in childhood sing-song “Freddy’s a Faggie! Freddy’s a Faggie!” pointing fingers and making childish faces.
After a few millenia of this, the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence show up and start beating him with their hand bags which are festooned with sequins and rhinestones. This goes on for the rest of eternity.