An athiest wakes up in hell. He looks around confused at the bright shining sun and the best beach party he's ever seen. People are singing and dancing, laughing and playing, splashing in the crystal water and drinking, just having the best time. Shortly the devil walks up to him wearing shorts, hat, and raising a glass of champagne welcoming him to hell. The athiest sputters, "But, but, but, where's the fire and brimstone and suffering and torture for all eternity? " The devil stops for a second, then grins. "Come with me," he said. He leads the athiest to a giant wall stretching from horizon to horizon hundreds of metres in height with a little peephole at eye-level and gestures for the athiest to have a look. Stunned, the athiest shudders at the sight of the infernal damnation, the wailing and gnashing of teeth, disgusting scenes of depravity and torment, enough to give Dante nightmares, on the other side. "What is this?" the athiest stammered. The devil shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know but the christians seem to prefer it this way."