The story of Sisyphus
I am Sisyphus! I used to be the king of Ancient Corinth, but I caused a great hubris to the not so great gods. Well, to me, they're not so great! It all started when I started to cause severe problems (they weren't that severe!). I was able to break human boundaries and win over death. When the gods found out, they sent Charos, the angel of death. He came up from the Earth and took me down to the Underworld. But I managed to trick him and I chained him to Tartarus.
Since I chained Charos to Tartarus (the gloomiest place in the Underworld) no mortal died anymore. Even the weak and old didn't die. Looks like it be a long time before anyone made a sacrifice to the gods of the Underworld.
But then that Ares, the god of war, had to rescue Charos! So he came and I died. But don't be sad! I had a plan and I told my wife to leave me unburied when I died and to not make any sacrifices to the gods!
Hades and Persephone were still waiting for sacrifices when I came and convinced Hades to go see my wife for three days to remind her of her duties. I never came back to the Underworld (I lied, duh!) and so I returned to my bright and glorious palace and continued my life. The Olympians found out and got really angry that they got tricked so many times. They cursed me for all of eternity to roll a rock up a hill, but when the rock reached the top of the hill, I always lost control. And so it rolled back down again! I eventually lost my life and went to the Underworld. So here I am now, in this dark and gloomy place they call the Underworld.