My mistake. I thought you went to purgatory for pounding a quarter on the bar and yelling "Bar keep! Bar keep!" Easy mistake, since purgatory, I am told, looks remarkably like one of those theme bars in an airport. The bartender, a fifty year old recovering alcoholic wears a button on his uniform suspenders that says, "Ask me about hell!"
What the heck????
Are you feeling ok?
I've always imagined Purgatory as a golf course.