By the way, I've figured out that the Eighth Circle of Hell is defined by a constant audiotrack of Elton John's entire musical portfolio, including whatever noises he makes on the way to the shower in the morning. Every day for eternity, Asmodeus rises to that sound, and dreams longingly of the sweet strains of Heaven, or at least the cries of the damned.

Morrissey's work is on constant repeat in the Sixth Circle. Pray for those consigned there.