There is special circle of Hell for the likes of Churchill and his ilk:
Which will it be?
Circle 9B where he'll be lampooned for eternity by the acerbic heroes of a lower Manhattan Ladder Company as he turns crispy on the spit?
Circle 9.9 where he wanders in a vast wasteland of xeroxed snapshots, endlessly looking at each face, only to find that each lost soul is actually him?
Circle 99 where, as in Dante's vision, traitors go to the depths of the Abyss, it will be a..."round of rain, eternal, cursed, cold, and falling heavy, changing beat, unchanging quality"...only in Churchill's case it should be raining people and he can have a long chat with Herr Eichmann.
LOL. Excellent!!!