All your burning questions answered.

by Leah Cotham, one of Hell's minion

Dear readers, you’re lucky as heck today. I perched upon some brimstone (ouch!) to catch an interview with our dear Mayor Odum’ Plenty. If you’re unfamiliar, you should know that he’s harder to find than a good watermelon is in the grocery store for you mere mortals. Not only that, but he does the hard work in order to enjoy the visits of you mortals from all over the world! That is his biggest reward. Being the only Hell in North America certainly has its perks.

“When did you become Mayor of Hell?” 
In early 2000. (Apparently Y2K wasn’t the only looming disaster!)

“How did you become Mayor?”
Well, out of 72 people in our tiny town, on a stormy and rainy day, I was the only voter to turn up, so I won by voting for myself.

“Do you have a favorite Duty as Mayor?”
Of course, swearing A -er- IN other Mayors for the Day. We learn a lot from each other, but I’m glad there’s term limits!

“Rumor has it, you know one of the original descendants of Hell's founder, George Reeves?”
Well, not quite, but we did find the remains of a missing Civil War Era George when we were excavating the putt-putt course. It was a joyous day, because NOW all visitors receive free Reeveses pieces (known to you mortals as Reese's pieces) on all ice cream orders.

And there you have it. Just like life can be, short! In conclusion, we’d like to add that all statements regarding Hell are true (because the Mayor made them up) until proven false by someone who manages to escape this place.

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