I'm dead, it's as simple as that. I feel stone underneath me, bracing myself for the harsh torture of Hell, I sit up from my position laying on my back. Fire, poison, starvation, and homophobia. I'm just now realizing how much Hell sounds like the living world.

I'm still squeezing my eyes shut, I don't want to face what my life has laid out for my death. A gust of cool air hits my body, I open my eyes out of reluctant curiosity and see a beautiful open city. Shops, parks, sidewalks, one of which I'm sitting on. People pass by me, stealing unconcerned glances at me.

I shakily get to my feet and take a look around, I see a large sign that confirms my suspicions;

"Welcome To Heaven!"