[ 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 .

Tim drives down an empty land road. He reaches over to the radio to switch station, but has took look down to find the right dial. When he looks up he sees the headlights of an oncoming car. The squeaking sound of the breaks mixes with the booming sound of Kayne West. He screams but there is only a strange rushing sound as the oncoming lights of the other car completely blind him. A rushing sound, like the sound of a furious river. Then, only light. The last thought he had in this life was of his distaste of modern rap music. 
 
 -Welcome. 
 
 A warm and loud voice greets Tim. He does not know where he is or how long he's been there. Everything is clean and bright and that ache he's had in his the last couple of months knees seems to be gone. Strange. 
 
 -Um, hi? Where am I?, Tim asks, still confused and blinded by the light. 
 -Place is not relevant here, says the same voice. 
 -Am I in heaven? 
 -Some may call it that. 
 -Ah! So which one are you? 
 -Eherm. What?, answers the voice, somewhat surprised and a little confused. 
 -Well, which one are you? Which god I mean. Like, what's your name? 
 
 Tim starts to get accustomed to the light in this place and sees that the light is actually coming from the formless entity he is talking to. A bright bluish torchlight that erratically moves around the room. 
 
 -Uum, usually the people that comes here have a name for me, said the light. I'm sorry, but what's your name? 
 -Me? It's Tim. Tim Andersen. 
 -Hmmmm… 
 -You alright? 
 -Yes. Yes yes. Tim you say? Where are you from? 
 -Well, I was born in Britain but I've lived in Sweden all my life. My parents are Swedish. 
 
 -Slowly the room started to change. The light dimmed and a chill ran down Tim's spine. The formless light started to take form. 
 
 -What's going on?!, Tim exclaimed. 
 -Do n't you realize, I am Hel, answered the light now starting to sound like an old woman. 
 -Hel? 
 -Hel. 
 -Like Hel from the old nordic mythology? 
 
 The room stopped changing. 
 
 -What do you mean old? What year is it? 
 -2016. 
 -Oh, my bad. 
 
 The changes that had been made to the room were quickly reversed. 
 
 -What's going on here. 
 -What did you say your name was again? 
 -Tim Andersen. 
 -Tim Andersen… Is that with two s? 
 -No, just the one s. 
 -Ooooh… Ummm. Tim. Timmy Timmy Tim. Hmmmm. And you're sure you're from Sweden? 
 -Pretty sure. 
 -Hmm. It was so long since I did this, I do n't remember where I keep all the files… Usually I have someone else doing this but he's away on a vacation right now. Sweden… 
 
 Again the room changes. Clouds start to appear everywhere and the room expands outwards. A calm, orange dawn light spreads around as the sun starts to rise. 
 
 -What now, are you Jehova?, asks Tim. 
 -I am Saint Peter, guardian of the Pearly Gates!, boomed the voice. 
 -Ah, I'm not very Christian though. 
 -It says here in my books that both Sweden and Britain should be Christian at 2016. 
 -Well, maybe on paper, though there are n't that many practicing Christians in Sweden now. 
 -I should go out more often, mumbled the voice. What DO you believe then? 
 -I'm not sure I believe anything? Ca n't you just tell me who you are? 
 -That's not how this works. 
 -How does it work then? 
 -Just tell me what you believe in! 
 -I told you, I've never believed in anything really. 
 -FINE! HAVE IT YOUR WAY THEN! 
 
 Suddenly all the clouds disappeared and now there was only empty space. 
 
 -Hello?, Tim asked. 
 
 Specks of light dotted the infinite blackness that surrounded him. Behind him he could see the distant sun. 
 
 -Hello? Where did you go? Where am I? 
 
 A few seconds after he uttered these words a teapot came flying by him.
