Some things are constant, no matter what plane you're on. 'Least from the few I've seen. Wouldn't surprise me, an evil like boarding school would find its way to the collective hells. Gotta have somewhere t'send the mother's boys, eh?
Strewth, who got you on that shite? No body could live off that. Least I can do is find you a good meal for the conversation, eh? And alright, Mister B. And you could always just tell them your parents were religious. Gets most folks off any topic you don't want to talk about, like that.