*grabs the marshmallows for toasting, a few bottles of SP666 to block the severe ultra violent rays that must surely be streaming from the bowels of the underworld, loads an ice chest full of ice, (gotta make money some how to pay for the return trip) and calls up Carl Malden to make sure American Express traveler checks are good in hell too!)
I tried selling my soul to the devil once, nothing happened. DAMMIT! I'm thinking the devil already knows I'm going to hell so he figures what's the point.