Honestly, a town (cruelly) nicknamed “God’s waiting room” doesn’t sound all that great to me —although I live in a place a close relative once referred to as “south London’s arsehole”, so who am I to judge?
And to be fair to Bexhill-on-Sea (the so-nicknamed antechamber-of-death in question), I’m the one swimming against the tide. Specifically: away from the seaside.
