I'm going to Hell because:
One bloke, who has been a decent fellow all his life, suddenly dies. So he wakes up in Heaven with St, Peter near him saying:
"You've been a good man all your life so you are allowed to stay here. As you can see it is a nice, quiet place. Enjoy."
Off he goes around the place. Beautiful harp music pour through his ears, the place was full of little clouds on which angels are sitting and listening to the music. The sky was so blue that his eyes almost hurt. He wonders around the place for a few days, but he is getting tired of all that peace and harp music. Thus he went off searching for St. Peter.
"Good day St. Peter, it is all very nice and quiet here, but I'm wondering, can I take a look on the other side?" St. Peter is quiet for a few moments then says "Ok, I will grant you a pass for a 48 hours visit downstairs"
So our man is very excited and he take the fast rejection elevator downstairs. There he came upon a huge party, numerous women dancing almost naked, recreational drug being served on huge plates by waiters who were attentive at all your possible needs. The flow of alcohol was of biblical proportion, participants in that enormous orgy being practically on the verge of drowning in unaccountable bottles of the fines spirits known to man. All this, being followed by friendly, but often, sexual encounters among the participants. Indeed a night to remember. So our man wakes up the next day, late in the evening. Wondering around, he follows a crowd that seem to know where they're going. He ends up on a vast place full of people, with the most unbelievable music being played by a band in the center stage. He's listening for the whole concert and is amazed that such music can be played. It rightfully considers the best part of his downstairs experience. But the 48 hours pass is coming to an end, so he begins climbing the stairs to the top. There, at the top, St. Peter is waiting for him:"tell me, how it was?"
"Oh, our man say, it was interesting, but I'm left with one question."
"Speak."
It is understandable that alcohol, and drugs and free sex is not allowed here, but the band that played there, was unbelievable. Why can't they play here?"
"What was their name?"
"I don't remember."
"Hum something."
"huummm…"
"You idiot, do you really believe that Pink Floyd will perform a concert here, for 30 persons?"

So, this is why I'm going to hell!
(rhatanu, Wed 17 Dec 2008, 10:02, 3 replies)

Another version
Mother Theresa gets to Heaven, God invites her in, and shows her all the damned in Hell, who are having a massive feast.

"What are we having having for dinner Lord?"

"Tuna sandwiches."

"What! While the damned feast on roast swan and caviar?"

"Hardly worth cooking for two, is it?"
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Wed 17 Dec 2008, 23:15, closed)

This is awesome.
And damn scary as well.

Browsing through b3ta at work, Pink Floyd came up on the radio the *exact* second I started reading your post.

Have a click, seems like Floyd themselves want you to have one.
(Obsidian, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 8:22, closed)

Anyway
each one can put the name of hers/his favorite band.
I put Pink Floyd because I like them a lot, and a couple a months ago Rick Wright passed away. Bless him, great music.
Thx for the click :)
(rhatanu, Thu 18 Dec 2008, 8:33, closed)