"Once there was a rich man. He was dressed in purple cloth and fine linen. He lived an easy life every day.
A man named Lazarus was placed at his gate. Lazarus was a beggar. His body was covered with sores.
Even dogs came and licked his sores. All he wanted was to eat what fell from the rich man's table.
"The time came when the beggar died. The angels carried him to Abraham's side. The rich man also died and was buried.
In hell, the rich man was suffering terribly. He looked up and saw Abraham far away. Lazarus was by his side.
So the rich man called out, 'Father Abraham! Have pity on me! Send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water. Then he can cool my tongue with it. I am in terrible pain in this fire.'
"But Abraham replied, 'Son, remember what happened in your lifetime. You received your good things. Lazarus received bad things. Now he is comforted here, and you are in terrible pain.
Besides, a wide space has been placed between us and you. So those who want to go from here to you can't go. And no one can cross over from there to us.'
"The rich man answered, 'Then I beg you, father. Send Lazarus to my family.
I have five brothers. Let Lazarus warn them. Then they will not come to this place of terrible suffering.'
"Abraham replied, 'They have the teachings of Moses and the Prophets. Let your brothers listen to them.'
" 'No, father Abraham,' he said. 'But if someone from the dead goes to them, they will turn away from their sins.'
"Abraham said to him, 'They do not listen to Moses and the Prophets. So they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.' "