Every beach you go to is filled with jagged gravel, but you forget every time you wake up. Every time you wake up, you want to go to the beach. You nap 15 times per day and you live 30 minutes away from the beach. Forever.
You are forced to run hell's personal community garden. You are never allowed to eat anything that grows, they all turn out perfect and nobody thanks you for the work you did. And you have to keep tending it forever.
You can only wear pink clothes in hell and the more you hate it the more feminine they become. You're also surrounded by other people wearing stuff that you like to wear and in colors you like and there's nothing you can do about it.