Don't mess with the gods. And if they mess with you? Run like hell...
When life is over, and the conflicted souls of the dead wend their weary way down to the underworld, what do they see? A three-headed dog with slavering jaws, a dark and foreboding river with a skeletal ferryman or simply darkness? Only the very brave or very foolish will venture down into the realm of the afterlife, and they will seldom live to tell the tale . .