The Titan Prometheus was crucified on a rock for 10,000 years. Every day, a vulture would tear out his liver and eat it. But Prometheus never died, because he was a proper god, a real immortal, whose organs would just regenerate again and again, over and over forever.
Some time after the end of this 10,000 year sentence, there was a divine banquet, wherein deities of various pantheons mingled together. And it happened that a 1st century faith healer, necromancer and exorcist, Yeshua bar Yoseff complained to Prometheus about dying after only a few hours on a cross, followed by two or three days in Sheol. To which Prometheus replied, "sounds like a bummer of a weekend, Dude".