[ WP ] Shortly after arriving in Heaven after being brutally murdered , you bump into your killer .

I can still remember earth. I can still remember being alive. But more vividly than that I can remember when I died. Well, when my life was taken from me. 
 
 Getting murdered has a way of sticking in your mind. I ’ m not sure about all the ins and outs, but I can confirm that in Heaven you do retain your memory. 
 
 I can remember the man ’ s face vividly. It ’ s one of the last things I remember. But ultimately it ’ s the pain that I remember last. The dark, overwhelming, final pain. After his face was seared into my memory I closed my eyes and knew that this would be the end. 
 
 Of course you assume that getting stabbed a few times would be painful, but the experience has to be experience to fully appreciate the immense pain. Death was quite welcome after a few minutes of that pain. 
 
 The rest happened very quickly. It was dark, and then suddenly I was aware again of my surroundings. There was a short briefing with some general information about Heaven given by a very amiable welcoming party. But most of the information seems to have been downloaded directly into my mind. I felt entirely comfortable in my new home. 
 
 We are free to wander around. I love wandering around. It ’ s so beautiful. It ’ s perfectly tailored to my preferences, it ’ s sheer happiness in a way I can ’ t even fully articulate. I believe we ’ re either brainwashed to all prefer the same thing, or more likely, our experience of Heaven has been personally tailored to our preferences. Regardless of how it ’ s accomplished, it ’ s very pleasant. 
 
 I have to admit there was some uncertainty while I was still alive. I wasn ’ t sure that I would make it to Heaven. The rules seemed a bit vague and I wasn ’ t perfect. But I had firmly subscribed to “ Pascal's Wager ” and that seems to have paid off. 
 
 It ’ s strange being able to walk for as long as you want and not get tired. I don ’ t get hungry or thirsty, though I full enjoy anything I consume. The daylight exists until I want to go to sleep and then the sun sets and the night exists until I feel like waking up. 
 
 Today I ’ m going to explore a new area of Heaven, I haven ’ t made it this far yet, but I feel like a good walk today. 
 
 I greeted the people I passed on my way, initially it was all people who I had seen around, but as I got further away from where I spend most of my time, the faces became less familiar. 
 
 I started greeting more and more strangers. People are so friendly in Heaven! 
 
 But then I saw someone that I recognized, it wasn ’ t a face I had seen in Heaven before, it was a memory from earth. 
 
 In the second it took me to locate that memory in my mind I doubled over. I hadn ’ t felt pain since being here in Heaven, but suddenly the stab wounds hurt again. I looked up from where I was bent over and saw it clearly. It was him. It was the guy that had killed me. 
 
 “ What the hell are you doing here? ” I muttered, looking up at him. 
 
 He looked down at me and smiled. 
 
 “ A lot of time has passed since I killed you. I did some reading and made some changes while I was in prison. 
 
 It turns out it ’ s never too late to turn your life around. 
 
 Have you ever heard of Pascal's Wager? ”
