If I go to Hell, for whatever reason . . . Well, let me rephrase that. If they try to *send* me to Hell, I'll resist. I won't let them, it's that simple. I don't wanna go. If I go I'll spend all my time trying to figure out how to get out, trying to figure out how to resist.
But it's not because I want to go to Heaven. Because I really don't. It sounds dull. Okay, eternal harp-playing, eternal happiness, where's the fun in that?
I want another chance. I want to come back. Or I want to move on.
But eternal *anything* gets dull, and that's really all there is to it.