I was once driving through a crowded night market (common in Southeast Asia) when I had to stop a light. When the crowd opened in front of me there was this kitten in the road that had been run over by a motorcycle. The mid section had been crushed and parts of its intestines had spoiled out onto the street but the upper half was still alive. All I could do was watch it claw at the air trying to fight the inevitable. I'll never forget that cats face. The was no fear, just anger, hate and desperation. It's how I imagine souls in Hell would look.