A man died and was sent to the paradise. After a while, he became bored with the paradise, with the eternal quiet, abundance of flowers, absence of worries. So he requested to let him visit the hell as a tourist. God consented. In the hell, he saw people playing cards, drinking wine, and making love. He liked it very much and upon return to the paradise applied for a transfer to hell for good. God consented. As soon a he appeared at the hell’s gate, demons grabbed him and pushed him into a barrel with hot tar.
“Stop it! I was here with a visit and saw the people drinking vodka, playing cards, making love.”
“Don’t confuse the area designated for tourists and sustained by the Propaganda Department, with this area which is for residents.”