[ WP ] You are a dying structural engineer who specialises in tunnels . On your deathbed , you see the light at the end of the tunnel , and notice several glaring design flaws . You storm off into the light to tell whatever deity is there that `` No , no , no , this is all wrong ! ''

Charles thought back on his life as he laid in the hospital bed. He smiled at his wife of 63 years, remembering all the happy times they shared. He looked at his children, now with families of their own, and how they continued to bring joy and wellness to the world. Finally, he thought about his contributions to civilization. He had been a structural engineer for most of his life, specializing in tunnels. It sounded mundane, but he had lead multiple projects for the government. He had carved passages through mountains and even got to work on some of the world's most famous subway systems. His name might fade, but his impact would last forever. 
 
 His wife began to cry, prompting him to turn on his usual charm. “ Don ’ t be sad, Louise. I had a good run ”. She took his hand in hers and returned his smile. “ Thank you for being there with me. I couldn ’ t think of a better gal to spend my life with ”. 
 
 Louise wiped her eyes and kissed Charles on the forehead. “ And I couldn ’ t think of a better man for me, ” she said. “ I love you ”. 
 
 “ I love you, too. I love all of you ”. 
 
 Louise kissed her husband again, this time on the lips. “ Be sure to tell you brother I said hi ”. 
 
 Charles simply chuckled and closed his eyes. There was a quiet beeping as the nurse was alerted to his death. 
 
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 Charles was surrounded in darkness, alone with his thoughts. All forms of sensation was lost. He doesn ’ t know how long it was like that, in a dreamlike suspension. However, Charles didn ’ t have to wait long before he could feel his body again. First his arms and torso, followed by his legs. Blink twice, just to make sure he still had a head. He was still unsure about his eyes without any light to detect. Then, there was a sudden weight on his body as Charles felt himself standing. This was different, however. He felt strong now, unlike the last ten years where he needed a cane just to walk to the toilet. 
 
 “ Hello? Oh, good. I can still talk and hear, ” he said to no one in particular. There was an echo, so he spoke again. “ Hello! ” Charles recognized that sound. It was an indoor echo. The kind you would hear in an empty tunnel. “ So if I really am dead, then where is… ah ha! ” Charles exclaimed, having spotted a faint light. “ That must be the end ”. 
 
 Charles marched towards the light with vigor. So many questions ran through his head about how the afterlife worked. He was never one for religion or philosophy, but now that he was there, Charles figured he would learn all there was to know. As he got close to the end, he was able to make out the details of the tunnel itself. And then, he started to slow down. 
 
 Charles stopped a mere 5 yards from the exit. He didn ’ t recognize the material, but it looked soft like clay. The bricks were irregular, like the rocks in a sidewalk. Poking at the wall, he confirmed that it was indeed soft, having left a small indentation in one of the bricks. 
 
 “ No, no, no. This is all wrong! ” Charles shouted in anger. “ Whoever built this place was an imbecile. When I get in there… ” With that, he marched his way through the light with steam spewing out his ears. 
 
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 Charles covered his eyes as the light surrounded him. Upon opening them, he saw a giant of a man towering over him. Most would be enamored by the man ’ s gold robes, caramel skin, and silky white beard. Charles, on the other hand, was too furious with the tunnel ’ s spotty craftsmanship to notice these details. 
 
 “ Welcome to the Eternal Gardens, ” the god bellowed. His voice sounded like a choir of trumpets playing in perfect harmony, but Charles didn ’ t notice. 
 
 “ Who ’ s in charge here? ” he asked. 
 
 “ That would be me, ” said the god. “ I am the creator of this world and yours. You may call me Allon ”. 
 
 “ Did you create that tunnel as well? ” 
 
 “ Yes, newcomer. I did ”. 
 
 “ Do you have any idea how horribly that tunnel is built? ” 
 
 Allon raised an eyebrow at this statement. He bent down as to better see the newcomer and spoke. “ I am afraid I do not understand. Explain ” 
 
 “ Your tunnel is potentially unstable, ” said Charles. ” What in god ’ s name did you build it with? ” 
 
 Allon ’ s expression went deadpan at this question. Even with his omnipotence, he couldn ’ t believe what he was hearing. “ Sir, I can assure you the tunnel is safe. It isn ’ t even strictly real. ” 
 
 “ Not real! ” Charles shouted. “ I just walked through it. I heard my footsteps. I felt the walls. And that's the problem. The walls are too soft to hold significant weight. They feel like fresh clay. I was able to leave an indentation with a single finger! ” 
 
 At this point, Allon had stood back up and stopped listening to the human ’ s ranting. There were some strange people that came to the Eternal Gardens, but this was the first time anyone complained. And the human was complaining about the tunnel of all things. It was just a quick transport for fallen souls. He could have made it look like the intestines of a Tyrannosaurus Rex if he wanted. It wouldn ’ t have changed anything. 
 
 “ That ’ s enough, newcomer, ” said Allon. “ I will look into the tunnel issues as to make sure future newcomers are safe in their travels. ” 
 
 “ Good, ” said Charles. “ And while we ’ re on the subject, I would like to volunteer as the structural architect for the project ”. 
 
 “.... I beg your pardon? ” 
 
 “ I am more than qualifies for the job ”. This began a new explanation of all the projects Charles had worked on during his time on Earth. 
 
 Allon was agitated to say the least. He wanted to greet the humans that moved on from the first life. It was a good way to get them settled and get any awkward questions out of the way. For over 2000 years he had been doing this, and it always went well. Until now. 
 
 “ I ’ m going to need some backup, ” Allon mumbled to himself. 
 
 “ And furthermore- ” Charles was still on his lengthy explanation about tunnels when someone next to him cleared their throat. 
 
 “ Jesus Charlie. I always knew you were a stickler for details, but I never thought you would actually piss off the creator of the universe ”. 
 
 “ Jonny? ” Turning his head, Charles was met by his closest family member who he had n't seen in over a decade. 
 
 “ How ’ s it shaking, little brother? ” Jonny held his arms open, to which Charlie threw himself into, giving his older brother a bear hug tight enough to kill a living man. The two instantly started talking like no time had passed between them, while Allon quietly clapped his hands and disappeared to another part of the gardens. 

