I think I've said it before, that one of my biggest fears is that when I go into the rest home they will play 80s glam rock or something all day long thinking that is what we want to hear. Please shoot me with the gun and put the roses on my casket, but no Guns and Roses! Feed me the Poison, but don't make me listen to it! I'd rather die and go to heck.
And that brings to mind a joke.
A guy dies and goes to heck, and the devil is driving him around in a golf car showing him the place. "Over here we have a par 3 golf course, in heaven they have a full lenght course. And in our dormitory housing we only have black and white TV and dial up internet. In heaven they have luxury condos and plasma screens and high speed internet." And the guy says "This isn't that bad, It isn't as good as heaven but it isn't that bad." and then they pass a pit with hot coals and naked people screaming in the pit. And the guy says "What's that!?" And the devil says "We put that in for the Baptists so they woudln't be disappointed."