A few posts back I asked in a whimsical sort of way how you would know if you were dead.
Well, if you've eaten half a dozen bad oysters let me tell you that you'll shortly afterwards get a pretty fair insight into what it's like to suffer in Hell.
I'm still a bit groggy right now, so bear with me if some of these posts lack my usual joie de vivre.
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