Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousell’d, disappointed, unaneled,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head.
O, horrible! O, horrible! most horrible!

– William Shakespeare

Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5. The Ghost describes to Hamlet how he he died without having the chance to pray or receive the last rites. So now he is burning in the fires of Purgatory instead of being in heaven.