No beer. No booze. No bars. No TV. No baseball. No football. No basketball. No hockey. No golf. No BBQs. No hotdogs. No burgers. No lobster, shellfish or even frozen fish sticks.
Rags for cloths, towels for hats. Constant wailing from the guy next door because he is sick and there are no doctors. 24 hour wailing from a guy in the tower.
No chocolate-chip cookies. No Christmas, you can't shave, your wife can't shave.
You can't shower to wash off the smell of donkey cooked over burning camel dung. The women have to wear baggy dresses and veils all the time.
Your bride is picked by someone else. She smells just like your donkey, but your donkey has a better disposition.
Then they tell you when you die, it all get better. No mystery here!