Why Hell Was Made

There were plans for a cookout. It was summertime in heaven and unseasonably humid. The climate had tempers high for weeks. 

The evening before the event there was heated discussion regarding who would bring which items. Everyone wanted to bring potato salad; it was like that every year about the potato salad. God, who just wanted to enjoy a cool bath, threatened to cancel the whole thing if everyone didn’t come to an agreement pretty damn soon. 

The arguing continued long into the night until an exhausted God silenced the group, “That’s it. The cookout is cancelled!”  And so it was. 

The next day a tall fellow who had been looking forward to barbeque approached God with a business proposal, suggesting that he would be happy to manage the entire event. God, happy to be free of the pains of planning an annual cookout, agreed to let him host a cookout year-round at an offsite location.