I had a dream.

I had a dream.

Last night I had a dream. I dreamed that Hugh Hefner, publisher of Playboy died and went to Hell. He was trapped in a small room with no doors or windows with an unattractive, hateful woman. A voice boomed out from nowhere and said: "Hugh Hefner, for your sins in life you shall spend eternity with this unattractive hateful woman."

Then I dreamed that Bob Guccione, publisher of Penthouse died and went to Hell. Guccione was in a small room with no doors or windows with a hideous looking, vile, hateful woman. A voice boomed out from nowhere and said: Bob Guccione, for your sins in life you shall spend eternity with this most vile of women.

Then I dreamed that I died and went to Hell. I was trapped in a small room with no windows or doors and in the room with me was Marilyn Monroe. A voice boomed out from nowhere and said:

"Marilyn Monroe, for your sins in life...."