What would your version of Hell be?
 

It's all there in the title.

What would your version of Hell consist of? What music would be playing to torture you or what like activities or events would be happening that you'd consider torturous.

This priest back in 2016 had a near death experience and believes that he had a glimpse of hell.

He heard music in hell, including Rihanna’s “Umbrella” and Bobby McFerrin’s “Don’t Worry, Be Happy" which of course are traditionally upbeat tunes.

Oh and demons were the ones singing those tunes lol.

He also saw men walking around like dogs.

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"Let the Eagle Soar" by John Ashcroft on repeat for eternity.

This thread reminded me of this joke...

Heaven is where the cooks are French, the police are British, the mechanics are German, the lovers are Italian and everything is organized by the Swiss.

Hell is where the cooks are British, the police are German, the mechanics are French, the lovers are Swiss, and everything is organized by the Italians.

My version of Hell is pretty much everything as it is right now however everything on Earth has been shifted 1 full inch to the left. Let the uncoordinated-ness ensue.

I mean, I've been to the Holland Tunnel.

No booze, no smokes, and no women.

As for the soundtrack, there's a lot to choose from - but this would probably be on rotation in my personal hell:

Very hot.

^ Actually, I have a theory that Hell, as a hot place, became the popular image because the whole idea was born in the desert lands of the Middle East. As anyone who has waited for a train or bus in the winter months of Northern Europe knows, Hell is a cold place, and to twist the knife in, Satan has stolen your socks.

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To be crude and un-PC for a moment, Hell would be where all the beer glasses have holes in them and none of the women do.
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Sounds like Hell is bringing a new meaning to "Women are to be seen, not heard"

No, he means that they can't **** so their ass has a disgusting pouch of feces growing out of it like a tumor. Pretty hellish for those poor women.

But why would they need to **** if they can't eat?

I experienced my own personal hell while working retail in the early 2000s wherein I was subjected to a loop of Britney Spears, Justin Bieber, and Amy Grant for the entirety of my work day five days a week.

I ended up channeling that suffering into an experimental film I created and authored a thesis on the piece. It premiered in my city at an avant-garde multimedia show where I presented the film and delivered a short speech with excerpts from my abstract. Here is a segment of that summary:

When I presented the work to the head of the music department at my city's prestigious university's experimental music center, the president told me he would give me a Master's degree for the work, provided I pay for my undergrad. Sadly I couldn't afford that so the project was retired.

It was an indulgent act of catharsis, but effectively got me through the horrific experience.

Geez, if I couldn’t speak, piss or sh!t that really would be hell!

SGR asking the real questions

You people all suck. :)

If you end up in Hell, you're just gonna find all of us there. And I'll bring the entire Beastie Boys discography with me. ;)

There's a bunch of puppies and I can't pet or feed them even though I have a big bag of treats. I'm forced to eat the treats (none of which are surprisingly tasty, they all suck) while the puppies watch me watch them starve to death. They replace the puppies when one dies for varying degrees of emaciating puppies but they leave the bodies so I can also see the cannibalism. The Power of Love is playing on repeat, but it's drowned out by an old fogey telling me how great they think that song is (it's mostly because they've been on a consistent decline since high school and hearing that song at the roller rink was the last time they remember the joy of youth, but they don't recognize that), and I'm not allowed to make fun of them. If I ignore or am rude to the old blabbermouth, a burping, moaning tweaker on withdrawal hounds me for crystal that he's sure I have. The heat changes from broiling to freezing the moment I begin getting accustomed to it. To top it all off, the only feature of the room is a cheap stock painting of a building, and it's crooked.

There's more but that would be what they put on the pamphlet.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner! :clap:

My own personal hell would be stuck in the middle of a crowded open field with so many people surrounding me and the soundtrack would be this metal band I can't remember the name of. It starts with a D and in the old music club someone recommended we listen to it but it's just a female vocalist screaming for like 40 mins. I believe it was Frownlands rec IIRC.

Tunnel Canary?

Nope it was a band with D in the beginning of their name I remember it being just like gutteral screams for the most part. It was some avante garde bs.

Sounds like that could be Diamanda Galás.

In my experiencing, seeing them has diminishing returns.

Yes! That's exactly what it was one of their albums.

That album would be playing in hell for me on loop.

What would your version of Hell be?

A place where people express absolutist and reductive opinions praising the kind of music they love and ridiculing all other kinds of music they don't happen to enjoy.

Oh, wait a minute. That place already exists.

You've come to the right place! :bonkhead:

Diamanda Galas doesn't do much for me sober but high I am transfixed.

Anything to do with the toilet.