There is an old anecdote:
A good man died and went to heaven. He lives and does not grieve.
Suddenly the devils in a chariot rush through paradise and say:
- Come with us, we have booze, girls, all sorts of charms, all temptations to choose from, whatever you want! Let's go!!! The man went to God:
- Lord, let me go to Hell on a tour!
- But why would you want to do that? Is there something you're missing?
- No, but just curious to see.
God gave him permission for three days. The man returned, full of impressions.
After a while, the Devils came rushing through Heaven again. He was invited again.
He asked him to come back, and came back satisfied. After a while it was the same again.
After several journeys the man thought for a long time, came to the Lord:
- Lord, let me go to Hell!
- Are you sure about that?
- Yes.
God let him go.
The man got ready, went to Hell, and he went straight to the tar!
- Guys, come on, it's me, you drank with me, we...
- And you, dear, do not confuse tourism with emigration.