Let me tell you about purgatory. Shortly after politely being informed of my death, I'll be led into a personal waiting room with several items. There's a bookcase, a chair with no foot-rest, and a stereo. A small table next to the chair includes my reading glasses and my favorite mug, full of tea. "Why, this suits me just fine!" I think. Wandering over to the bookcase, I notice: it's full of all the books I've abandoned in my life.