A joke?

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A man lived a... questionable life.  He never slowed down or repented, living hard and wrong until one day he realized that yesterday was his last day.  As he woke to his future, a terrifying creature stood before him.  Come with me, he was told.  You have been bad on a number of fronts, so you get to choose which hell you will suffer.  Taken a bit aback, but somehow compelled to follow, the man started thinking that... at least he had some choice.

The first door the creature stopped in front of was hot.  The creature opened the door to people surrounded by flames, perpetually burning and healing and burning more.  How about this room, the creature asked?  May I see the other choices before choosing?  Of course, suggested the creature.  No rush.  Onto the next door.  Opened, it revealed people standing chest deep in muck, sewage, all sorts of nasty watery... stuff.  I would like to see what else may be chosen, first.  Knowing this would be forever, he wanted to choose as wisely within his lot.  This is the final choice, suggested the beastly creature, as he opened the next door.  A room of people being crushed by falling rocks, healing then continuing to take damage.

The man decided, quickly, before he lost the option.  I choose the room where people are standing in the muck!  And so that was his lot.  He entered the room, and since conversation wasn't allowed, merely stood there.  Foul, but relatively painless.  Just as he was settling in for eternity, a voice boomed, as if over a poorly constructed loudspeaker.  It said, "Okay, break is over, back on your hands!".

Well... back on my hands, indeed.  Bedtime, again, already.  Never mind.  Good night?