If you feel empty inside assuage your thirst and hunger with a cup of christ kool-aid and a corngod, it's heaven on a stick complete with lotswife salt, a sprinkling of holy vinegar from the aspergillum and a whiff of fatima burning in the thurible.

The house of horrors is worth the price of admission alone with it's great plagues, inquisition and limbo/purgatory/hell combo all lovingly recreated for your delectation.

You'd be an ass to miss the donkey rides.

See the hysterical historicity of belief explained, and believe me, it doesn't need to be seen to be believed