It's kind of like being at a 98 Degrees concert. Where they're singing perpetual psalmody. And you're tied down. And then someone with talent like Elton John comes out and is all "I'll save you with my talent, citizens!" And then they kill him. By decapitating him. And then the blood that spurts out of his open neck hole is boiling hot and acidic and sprays all over the crowd and melts everyone's skin but then you don't die and you can still hear so you're still stuck listening to 98 Degrees.
EDIT: No, just kidding. It was 102°.
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