I have thought that if there were such a thing as heaven and hell why wouldn't they be the same place...
There's a Night Gallery episode. John Astin as an aging hippie dies and ends up in a tiny room. Ther's music, but it's 'square.'
There's one guy to talk to, but ALL he wants to talk about is crop rotation.
Then a couple appears with eleventy thousand slides from their vacation in Tijuana. Which they narrate. "And this is the gentleman who MADE those tacos. And this is the knife he used to..."
The devil shows up and Astin's all "What the flaming fuck, dude?" Like where's the fire and brimstone?
"Well, this is hell. Your hell, anyway. Thing is, up in Heaven, there's a room EXACTLY like this. It's someone's Heaven..."