You know, maybe we're all wrong about all of this.

Maybe you don't just die off and that's it, fine, but maybe you don't play tennis with Jesus in Heaven either. I think about this alot, I tell you. I'm the workin' man's thinkin' man. Honestly, most of the time I'm just concerned about staying alive (staying alive) Ooo, staying alive! So trivial matters of death are mostly far, far from my mind, because I don't want to become a depressive, cynical bastard... But that's what reading Vonnegut gets you, I suppose.

No, anyways, what if you can literally choose your afterlife? You want the easy way out, you just abstain from religion and just die, plain and simple. Maybe you're agnostic and so you get reincarnated so you'll quit having no balls and decide just what the hell you are, or maybe you're Christian, and so go to Heaven. Essentially, your afterlife is simply what you want it to be. Oh, maybe it's really just an empty void that your consciousness thinks is the afterlife you subscribed too, or maybe it's real and one giant ass Planet Afterlife is divided up into different religions.

So honestly... Islam sounds good for me, just convert at the end while I'm dieing. 70 virgins? Fine with me.