[ wp ] after dying god informs you that hell is a myth , and `` everyone sins , its ok '' . instead the dead are sorted into six `` houses of heaven '' based on the sins they chose .

`` Six? Are you sure?'' 
 
 The Lord our God, he whose name is beyond us, the page of the infinite design, whiteness beyond glory, holiness above, gave me a scowl that I'm sure would have killed me if the car accident had n't already beaten him to the punch. 
 
 `` I'm quite sure. None of that lust or wrath or pride nonsense. The Bible was a mistranslated nightmare, barely passable fanfiction.'' The voice, loud enough to split thunder, entered my mind without using anything so mundane as ears. 
 
 I glanced around. I was standing next to a person-shaped hole in my known universe, who looked suspiciously like he was having a bad day, at a six way crossroad heading to six different colored doors. The rest of the universe, from what I could tell, was a featureless grey expanse. 
 
 `` So, um, where do the doors go?'' 
 
 The Entity waved his hands dismissively. `` Find out yourself.'' 
 
 I walked to the first door. It was stone, hewn from different sources. I hefted the door open and saw an endless meadow of brilliant green grass. I thought I could make out something on the horizon, something that I could just barely see, if only I could step forward and... 
 
 The door slammed shut. The entity was leaning against it. 
 
 `` The curse of wonder, for those who were curious beyond their duty and their destiny. An endless field, with something incredible inside, always just out of reach.'' 
 
 I furrowed my brow. `` Since when is curiosity a sin?'' 
 
 `` Since humankind dared wonder what lies beyond the parting veil. This is for those who would sacrifice it all to know what is forbidden.'' 
 
 I continued to door number two. It was a black, featureless rectangle, almost an aberration in this expanse of bright grey. 
 
 Inside was darkness, forever. I did n't bother stepping in. The entity continued his speech. 
 
 `` For those who end the lives of others, they spend their lifetimes in the blackness that pervades their soul. The years of life stolen are worth an eternity with no life at all.'' 
 
 Door three was made of living wood. It was warm to the touch. 
 
 Inside was a skyscape, buildings and civilizations from all eras of humanity, from those before to those yet to come. Faceless men and women hurried past, intent on their errands. 
 
 `` Those who ignore the beauty of life spend their time here, in a land of worry. They are aware of the passing of time, but never reach their destinations.'' 
 
 Door four was marble, golden inlaid depicting heaven in a classic sense. It's afterlife was the white clouds and blue sky of the tales of old. 
 
 `` For those who follow doctrine without thinking, they must pay penance by experiencing heaven in its classical sense. An endless, monotonous, prayer without pause.'' 
 
 Door five was slightly ajar. It contained classical hell. The door itself was obsidian and brimstone, anguished cries came from within. 
 
 `` For the unspeakable crimes beyond murder. I trust you know what hell entails.'' I nodded. 
 
 Door six was simply an open rectangle in the air. I stepped through, and found myself in the center of a six way crossroads. I was standing next to a tear in the universe, who spoke aloud his name. I asked him where the doors at each crossroad lead. 
 
 Door six, for those who did not sin, but did no good. They get nothing but the journey itself.
