[ WP ] : A recently deceased woman enters the afterlife only to find her seated at a desk with a clerk asking how her `` Experience with life was , not satisfactory , somewhat satisfactory or very satisfactory ? ''

She gaped at the clerk for a moment, wondering whether this was a normal occurrence. `` I... I'm dead, right?'' she asked timidly and the clerk chuckled and looked up from his pile of papers. 
 
 `` Oh, yes, dear. Very dead, indeed.'' He repeated his question, giving her a friendly smile. `` Was your experience with life unsatisfactory, somewhat satisfactory or very satisfactory?'' She frowned, thinking back. Seven decades felt like a flash now that she sat before an eternity, the pure immensity of the infinite value staggering. 
 
 `` Why?'' she asked finally, trying to stall for more time. `` Will my answer matter?'' 
 
 `` Of course your answer will matter,'' the clerk responded. `` Every answer matters. Your answer, please?'' She looked around at the office carved out of the clouds. 
 
 `` Sat... Somewhat satisfactory,'' she decided finally, the memory of her late husband still fresh on her mind. She wondered if he had been presented with the same question when he passed quietly in his sleep. The grief had killed her; a half-century together and all of a sudden the crushing loneliness. The clerk shook his head. 
 
 `` Think harder,'' he insisted, looking back down to his stack of papers. She frowned, delving deep into her memory. 
 
 `` Unsatisfactory,'' she said, changing her answer. `` My husband was taken from me and I've missed my parents for forty years.'' He shook his head again and she scowled at him in irritation. 
 
 `` Parents will always pass before their children and one spouse or another always goes first. Has that really made it all bad?'' He turned the stack of papers towards her and she saw her name on the top, followed by her social security number and a number in the hundred-billions. `` That's your number,'' he explained, pointing at the long number. `` That many people have passed before you and to be honest, very few of them have answered unsatisfactory.'' He beckoned at her to turn the page and a tear crept into her eye as she found herself in the living room of their first house. She saw herself smiling as she held a baby girl - the youngest, judging by the three other children running about the room. Her husband picked one up and twirled him through the air, the gleeful laughs making her smile as she watched the scene unfold. 
 
 She turned to the next page and her youngest daughter was getting married, her husband slowly walking her down the aisle as her brothers and sisters stood by as groomsmen and bridesmaids. Next, she saw the grandchildren; a dozen all counted, the kitchen a mess as a batch of brownie mix went flying and a panicked wet dog barreled through the screen door as he escaped a four-year old armed with a hose. She went to turn another page but the clerk brought her back to the clouds. 
 
 `` Was your experience with life unsatisfactory, somewhat satisfactory or very satisfactory?'' She dabbed a tear from her eye. She opened her mouth but no words came out, her smile too wide to be able to talk. `` Satisfactory?'' the clerk asked with a friendly smile and she nodded through her tears. 
 
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