A guy comes to hell and devils take him on a tour. It is a large warm place, where many relaxed folks play cards, guzzle beer and watch soccer. And then they hear terrible, blood-curdling voices from behind a door.
“What is behind the door?” asks the guy.
The devils open the door, and sure enough, behind all fumes of burning sulphur, was a huge pan full of hot oil and unfortunate folks being fried in.
“You know, the Catholics,” mumbles the devil sheepishly. “We really tried to talk them out of it, but they insisted!”