[ WP ] You die and are greeted in the afterlife by the all knowing God ( choose one ) , ready to judge you . However , for some reason he has no recollection of you ever existing .

`` So tell me...'' He paused as he sighed inwardly, looking condescendingly down at the man in front of him `` Who are you? **and** where did you come from?'' 
 
 
 The man shrank at God's all mighty voice. He honestly did n't know that he would be standing in front of him right now, after he died, even if he was an atheist? Well this was a welcome surprise. He smiled at the man whose beard span his chin to his knees before scratching the back of his head meekly- humbly almost. 
 
 `` Let's start with names. Just as you said'' he started `` My name is Jonavaz Millie, weird name I know but my parents are-'' 
 
 `` -Weirder'' God finished for him as he flipped through his infinitely large ledger `` Maria and Steve'' he smiled `` I remember weaving them that way, yes. But still I do n't remember weaving you. I'm ***the*** **God** by the way. Still, I do n't know...you'' 
 
 `` Umm... Well living in the smokey mountains does n't make you all that popular, I guess, so I could see why-'' 
 
 `` No.'' God's eyes steeled before they softened again, an expression befitting of a father; just as the church had depicted him. `` T'tcha Wa Swei. He lived in one of the most remote regions of the world, the dense forests of South Africa, still I know who he was growing up. What he wanted to become, what he wanted to see, what he longed to have, I know all of that.'' 
 
 `` So...I'm special?'' Jonavaz asked with a strangely lit up expression. 
 
 `` In the way parents of a down-syndrome patient would say to their child'' God chided before he finished with a self-depreciating sigh `` You're special in the way that you should n't have been an unknown to me'' 
 
 God moved towards the J-O-N-A line of his ledger, still not being able to see the man named `` Jonavaz Millie'' in his list causing an exasperated click from his divine tongue before turning to the unknown anomaly 
 
 `` I would joke that there are other gods beside me and that they probably created you but... We both know that's a stupid joke.'' God breathed in, then out, then in, then out before looking at Jonavaz. 
 
 `` Look here'Jonavaz' you are not suppose to be here'' God admitted as he began to raise his hand and in a sinister, almost deathly way began to point it towards him. 
 
 `` Umm...Sir?'' Jonavaz managed to blurt out through his obvious fear. 
 
 `` What will happen to me?'' He asked as he began to hover towards God 
 
 `` You know how when you buy a new product and you there will always be a label on them?'' Jonavaz could only nod, though from an outside -un-omnipresent- prespective his nod could easily be mistaken for his vigorous shaking brought by fear. 
 
 `` Well I'm going to read your *'label'* and decide from there'' 
 
 `` Wha-?'' 
 
 `` Just hold still'' 
 
 And before he knew it all the man saw was a blinding white light coming from everywhere including from him. 
 
 As the dust settled and his eyes began to clear he woke up from the middle of a class back at his old state university. He was different and much, much, **much** more foreign looking. 
 
 Before he could ask what in God's unassuming blue world was happening, a piece of paper hung over his jet black khakis that stick out like a rightfully sore thumb. Not minding the ugly clashing of colors he reached for the piece of paper and read it quickly as if it held the secrets to life and all the things in the universe, which considering the possibilities of who might have given it to him, may very well be the case. 
 
 He swallowed his breath and he swallowed hard. 
 
 *~ God* 
 
 *Jonavaz after sometime reading your* ***'label'*** *I thought that I should just send you back as one of my literal adopted children there in earth. This time I would make sure to keep a entry about you in my ledger. * 
 
 *Do whatever you want, live however you want* 
 
 *Your new adoptive father* 
 
 *~God* 
 
 `` Ok then *dad* no problem'' he chuckled thoughtfully to himself, thanking the god whose existence he doubted before. Looking at the board he found his teacher teaching Math 7 to her students. 
 
 `` I guess you could expect a prayer or two''
