What exactly is Hell? Is hell a physical, tangible place where flames and demon's torture the unjust and wicked? Or is it more of a mental state of mind not defined so much by phyics, but rather by the complusion of our own state of morality? I believe hell is neither, but rather hell is a garage sale. Hell is a place where you are forced to sift through your mother's things in order to mark them for sale. Hell is a place with long spoons and people who arrive in rusty mini-vans with their 5 kids in tow screaming and running around like the very banshee's they represent. Hell is where you boil a person's life down to a few thousand dollars, where everything they were, are, and meant basically becomes the gross value of table full of unopened qvc packages that were never opened, needed, or useful. How exactly do you justify the prostitution of your childhood. How do you come to terms with selling almost everything that meant something to a person you loved so much, but doesn't to you. It's not healthy to live in the past, or to pile boxes up until they hit the ceiling, but what is right and what is wrong. It's bad enough I didn't see she was sick, but now I'm also selling almost everything she ever owned.