A Pagan, Christians, and Lucifer

A Pagan dies and and then of all the people he should meet, there stood Saint Peter. Here was the discussion:

Pagan: Is this Summerland?

Peter: Yes it is, but we recently acquired Summerland. Are you a Pagan?

Pagan: Yes I am.

Peter: I'm sorry but no Pagans allowed. You'll have to go to hell. Let me give Lucifer a call. I'll be right back.

A couple of moments later Saint Peter returns and tells the Pagan to walk down a path, make his second right and he'll be in hell.

So the Pagan starts walking down the path and is trying to come to grips with the fact that he is going to hell which as a Pagan he never believed in.

Well the Pagan arrives at hell and is shocked to see no fire, no brimstone. All that the Pagan sees is beauty. Trees and rolling meadows, waterfalls and a picnic area.

Then the Pagan saw Lucifer approaching and here was their discussion:

Lucifer: You must be the Pagan that Peter called me about. Welcome to hell.

Pagan: This isn't exactly what I thought hell would be like. What am I supposed to do?

Lucifer: Well enjoy everything that you see. The Pagans like to meet just over that hill to your left and whatever you want you'll have. I'm here to be give you what you want.

Just then there was a tremendous noise from above. The ground opened up revealing fires below and the stench of sulphur. When the Pagan looked up there were thousands and thousands of people screaming as they fell from the skies and were swallowed up by the ground to the fires below.

The Pagan just wigged out and said to Lucifer: "What the heck was that all about?!

To which Lucifer replied: "Oh those were the Christians... they wouldn't have it any other way."