My personal vision of hell launches in March: a Caribbean cruise with Ray Comfort and Ken Ham.
If you thought that cruise with fires and sewage leaks, or the cruise with puking passengers with norovirus were nightmarish, imagine one with Comfort and Ham stalking the halls like angels of banality, haranguing you about sin and Jesus, and the fun part of the trip is handing out gospel tracts in port. It looks like a freakish combination of gluttony and sanctimony.
Fortunately, at $1500 for the cheap rooms, and $5800 for the luxury suites, it is economically impossible for me to end up on the hellboat, if I were tempted in the first place. I also would rather not be chucked over the side by my fellow passengers, as would inevitably happen.
Although…imagine Comfort+Ham+Norovirus+ruptured sewage lines. We could pray for it.