The half of a meiboss stuck in his throat and he died and was buried.

And where did the soul of that little liar go to, my friends?
It went to the lake of fire and brimstone.

This brings me to the second point of my discourse.
"What is a lake of fire and brimstone?
I will tell you, my friends," said Bonaparte condescendingly.

"The imagination unaided cannot conceive it: but by the help of the Lord I will put it before your mind's eye.
"I was travelling in Italy once on a time; I came to a city called Rome, a vast city, and near it is a mountain which spits forth fire.

Its name is Etna.