[There was] a man who died and found himself in a beautiful place, surrounded byu every conceivable comfort. A white jacketed man came to him and said, "You may have anything you choose - any food-- any pleasure - any kind of entertainment." The man was delighted, and for days he sampled all the delicacies of which he had dreamed on earth. But one day he grew bored with all of it, calling on his attendant, he said, "I'm tired of all this. I need something to do..."The attendant sadley said, "There is no work here for you." To which the man answered, "That's a fine thing, I might as well be in hell." The attendant said softly, "Where do you think you are"?
Margaret M. Stevens "Prosperity is God's Idea"