A: What is your personal version of hell?
B: I don't have one.
A: What?
Surely there is something you dread or hate to do.
B: There is only one thing. I feel incredible guilt and sickness eating
anything vaguely resembling junk food.
A: So a hellish afterlife for you would be living in a candy shop.
B: No, that
would be ideal. Since I'll already be dead, I can eat all the junk food I want, forever.
