Lake of Fire

By Matthew Yglesias

Uniting my interests in nineties alt-rock and food, last night a friend and I got to pondering “Lake of Fire” (originally by the Meat Puppets, but most famously performed by Nirvana):

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don’t go to heaven where the angels fly
Go to a lake of fire and fry
Don’t see ’em again ’till the Fourth of July

It’s hard to imagine frying in a lake of fire. It depending on exactly where you’re positioned vis-a-vis the lake, you might roast (if you’re imagining a concave lake-bed of flames) inside the lake or grill (if you’re imagining a flat lake surface of flames) atop the lake, but to fry you’d need to be in a lake of hot oil.


3 responses to “Lake of Fire

  1. I was deep frying oysters in an old coffee can on a grill at the Pt. Reyes Hostel once and, perhaps due to the late hour and excessive Jack Daniels intake, I actually ended up frying some of them in a lake of fire.

    Sure, it’s all fun and games til the oil gets bitter and nasty…


  2. Even granting the lake, frying is less than a foregone conclusion — it’s possible that you could end up with a bad folk confit.

  3. Oh, you could probably render enough fat out to fry. Think bacon — people are basically just long pig, right?

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