Luke 16:19-31 There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day: (20) And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores, (21) And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores. (22) And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried; (23) And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom. (24) And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame. (25) But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented. (26) And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that would come from thence. (27) Then he said, I pray thee therefore, father, that thou wouldest send him to my father's house: (28) For I have five brethren; that he may testify unto them, lest they also come into this place of torment. (29) Abraham saith unto him, They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them. (30) And he said, Nay, father Abraham: but if one went unto them from the dead, they will repent. (31) And he said unto him, If they hear not Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead.
Notice that the rich man is not named, but the beggar is. In hell, there are no names, you have lost the respect and honor that go with having a name. Yes, this is generic parable, but, the naming of the beggar Lazarus points this out.
Everything you had will not help you in hell, the rich man, obviously a very rich man has nothing. See the parallel in Ezekiel 7, especially verse 19.
There is no comfort in hell, instead the burning goes on forever. Those that have children know when a baby wakes, it cries because it is alone and it is the most heart wrenching cry in its fear of abandonment. I see those in hell, crying like that baby, as a lost soul, abandoned, but burning with the knowledge that it is their own fault.
There are no exits, even those that may wish to comfort you because they knew and loved you in this life will be unable to reach you. Nobody can intercede for you and you can intercede for nobody else. You will be all alone in torment. You will be without excuse, because the evidence for God is all around in the creation and you have rejected Him. What will you do?