I've just finished reading a leaflet from the laundromat entitled:
Forty-Eight Hours in Hell
I found it in a display box in the seating area along with a few other religious-themed pamphlets. The ones about Heaven are total snoozers and belong in the recycling bin.

Here is a summary:
A notorious horse thief named George Lennox is serving his prison time working in a coal mine. He is buried alive one day when the roof of the mine collapses and is trapped in the rubble for approximately two hours.
Rescuers eventually locate his body and he is taken to the prison physician where he is pronounced dead.
The body is prepared for internment and as it is being carried to the coffin, the workers accidentally drop it and its head strikes the floor. To the shock of all persons present, the "corpse" emits a guttural groan. Its eyes begin to open and signs of life manifest. The physician pronounces him "alive" and he is given back his prison clothes and sent to convalesce in the hospital.

George Lennox had a story to tell about his near death experience and his description is thus:

He has a feeling all morning that something terrible is going to happen. He complains to the prison guard that he is worried about the conditions in the mine shaft but is sent back to work nonetheless.
After digging for what feels like an hour, it suddenly grows very dark in the shaft. He is confused and frightened by the enveloping blackness. Out of nowhere, a great iron door swings open in front of him and he is compelled to pass through it. He enters a strange and silent outdoor place.  In his confusion, he walks aimlessly for some time until he arrives at the banks of a wide river. Soon, he hears the sound of oars in the water as a boat approaches. He gets in the vessel and is ferried across the river. No words are spoken by the boatman and he himself feels as though his tongue is frozen.

On the opposing riverbank, he is confronted with two paths which lead through an expansive and dark valley. One path is wide and appears well travelled and the other is narrow and leads in the opposite direction. He instinctively chooses the well-beaten trail.
As he walks, it gets darker and darker- his way only ever lit by flashes of light in the distance.
Suddenly he is met by a being that he finds hard to describe.
It somewhat resembles a man but is very tall- about ten feet. It is nude and has coal-black skin and great wings on its back. Its eyes shine like balls of fire. Its teeth are long, sharp and white as pearls. Its nose is broad and flat. Its hair is heavy and hangs around its shoulders. It is holding a menacing fifteen foot spear. The creature speaks in a tremendous voice that resembles "the growls of a menagerie of lions." It asks George to follow him.

They continue for some time until they reach a flat-faced mountain. Carved into the rock surface is the inscription:
"THIS IS HELL."
The demon raps three times on the wall with his spear. A massive door opens into a dark passage through the mountain. George follows the sound of his guide's footsteps. He hears agonising moans all around from within the darkness. Once they pass through the mountain, they are faced with a broad plain. The guide leaves him and he is set to wander in the plain alone until another similar being approaches him and explains his true fate.

'Thou art in hell,' it says; 'for thee all hope is fled. As thou passed through the mountain on thy way hither, thou didst hear the groans and shrieks of the lost as they called for water to cool their parched tongues. Along that passage there is a door that opens into the lake of fire. This is soon to be thy doom. Before thou art conducted to this place of torment never more to emerge - for there is no hope for those who enter there - thou shalt be permitted to remain in this open plain, where it is granted to all the lost to behold what they might have enjoyed instead of what they must suffer.'

He is left alone in the field where he is violently taken over by a deep and paralysing depression. Half asleep, half awake, he dreams. Before him is the wondrous city of the Holy Book. He sees the beautiful architecture and hears the sweetest music and singing. In the distance, there are valleys covered in flowers, a river of life and a sea of glass. He sees his mother who died a few years before of a broken heart over his wickedness. She beckons him towards her but he cannot move. The fragrance of flowers and the melody of angelic voices put him into a state of bliss and he longs to be part of this happy world. He is then abruptly awoken back into the wretched limbo. Shattered and in the deepest despair, he is met by a third being and led to his ultimate destination-a literal lake of fire and brimstone as far as the eye can see.  He watches helplessly as the souls of the doomed rise and fall on the crests of the burning waves, crying out for redemption and cursing their merciless God.
Suddenly, the earth gives way beneath him and he spirals toward the molten lake. As George screams in agony and terror, he wakes up back in the hospital. Back into life.

..................

I am stuck on his description of heaven and its uncanny likeness to the Earth I know:
Fields of flowers, green valleys and music. The sea, a beach. The texture of sand. Screaming joy into the ocean. Waking up beside a stream; holding blueberries in my hand like a bowl. Observing the night sky and contemplating infinity. The time I saw a dozen shooting stars at once.  A clearing in the forest carpeted with moss; a deer in the wild. The way another city in another country smells and feels. My feet padding up a terracotta staircase- my fingertips grazing a broken stem.
Love and all of its complications. Forgiving things I shouldn't have. The sanctity of an ancient friend and never having to start over. Relentless sorrow and reprieve- it's all right here.
I want these things and I want to be good also.
I won't steal a horse, I won't break my mother's heart.