[ WP ] Hell so closely resembles life that most residents of Hell have n't even realized they died . Life and Hell are not completely alike though ; there 's one small difference between the two that makes Hell as terrible as legends say .

Max woke up in a daze not remembering what had transpired the day before. 
 
 Max laid in his because curiously pondering what exactly happened yesterday and on top of that, why could n't he remember what had happened. After some time he realized he felt quiet hungry. Max decided it was time to get up, he would remember what happened eventually but for now it was time to get something to eat. 
 
 Max threw the covers off him, pulled himself up out of bed and stumbled over to his closet to grab a t-shirt. Max knew exactly what he would have for breakfast, the same thing he had every morning. It really was his favorite. Max walked into the hall and quickly got down the stairs to the kitchen. Max went over to the refrigerator and opened it up. Max blankly looked into the refrigerator. Max could n't remember what he was going to eat. 
 
 `` Oh well'' he thought to himself, I should be able to think of something by the time I grab the paper. Max closed the fridge and went over to the front door. He began to open the door when it hit him, `` ah yes, that was it.'' He had remembered what he wanted for breakfast. Max hustled to grab the paper and returned to the kitchen, grabbed a pan and put it on the stove. Max stood there, and blankly staring. Max had yet again forgot what he was going to have for breakfast.
