There's an interesting story I heard a short time ago about hell that I thought was pretty cool:
There is a man whose favorite leisure activity was gambling. He didn't have a problem or anything, but as often as he could he would head to a casino and have fun playing the games. He had fun when he won, and he didn't feel bad if he lost.
One day, he pulls out of his driveway and gets creamed by a bus and killed instantly. He wakes up and finds himself in a casino that is cooler than any others he has ever been to. The decorations are beautiful, the drinks are delicious, and he starts out with enough chips to play any game he wants. Blackjack was always his favorite game, so he hits the blackjack tables, and he wins every single hand! He figures that he has gone to heaven, and does a little dance of joy! His chip pile enlarged, he decides to go try the poker tables. The other players are friendly and the drinks keep on coming, and like at the blackjack table he wins every time! He decides to be pious and says a little thank you prayer for being allowed to hang out in such a wonderful place.
However, as time goes by, he finds out that he really does win every time. Every single game, every single try. Even if he tries to lose, he still ends up winning. Every time he does blackjack, poker, slot machines, or keno, he wins the jackpot. Eventually he starts feeling very depressed--he always found it fun to win, but it doesn't really seem to mean a whole lot now. He goes to the bartender and tells him "I don't understand it! I'm here in heaven, but already I'm feeling miserable. What's going on?"
The bartender answers: "You're not in heaven. You're in hell."
He never loses for the entire rest of eternity.