Voila! Hell and the concept of ceaseless Sisyphean suffering in a sulfur sauna. (And enter Purgatory, as well, for theologians who believe that every soul deserves a second chance.)
But both sides of the afterlife coin, by their very definition, are unknowable.
Life is not a board game with cutesy tokens circumnavigating a cardboard plane, only a double-purple card removed from Candy Castle or Molasses Swamp. Divine Judgment, if there is such a thing, is in no way predicated on my belief about whether Heaven has Chrysoprasus orchards and Hell its Turkish tabasco baths. I trust God to judge my life's journey, and my soul's next step, with grace and mercy. And however the Creator of the Universe applies that same omnipotent understanding to others is none of my damned beeswax.
After all, what other choice do I have? All else is metaphysical masturbation.