So, a joke to lighten the mood.
A demonrat dies and of course, ends up in hell. He is assigned his jailer and taken to a large area with three doors…
"You can choose the door behind which you will spend eternity, but choose carefully because once you choose your path you will exist there for many eternities" intoned the jailer.
Walking close to one door, the demonrat tried to open it…
"No" said the jailer "you can listen but you cannot see inside. You must make your choice without knowing."
The demonrat listened closely at the first door. Screaming, crying out in pain, profanity-laced cries of absolute agony was all he could hear.
"NO, NO" the demonrat cried "Not that room!"
The jailer brought the demonrat to the second door. Again, screams of pain and agony assailed the demonrats senses. The sikening sound of bones being roken and limbs being torn off were unthinkable.
"NO, NO please god NO! Not that room!"
So they went to the third door. The demonrat approached with trepidation and put his ear against the metal of the door and heard…nothing! Silence! No cries of pain. No screams of agony. This surely is the one.
"This one!" said the demonrat "I choose this door!"
"Are you certain?" queried the jailer. Remember, once inside you will never get out for an eternity of eternities. Are you positive?
"Yes, Yes" cried the demonrat as he imagined the peaceful arborial sward he would cast eyes upon and surely he would be OK!
The jailer opened the door and let the demonrat in and closed the door behind him.
As the demonrat's sight adjusted to the gloom, he saw an immense expanse of…shit, and buried in the shit, up to their bottom lip, were all the people who had thought the silence would free them, and they were all whimpering, quietly, like the mewling of a newborn kitten:
"Don't make waves!!!"