[ WP ] God shows you 3 Doors . Door One leads to eternal happiness , Door Two leads to infinite knowledge . Then there is Door Three , and God has never opened it yet .

The third door. 
 
 If I picked door one I could have eternal happiness, something I had never quite managed to gain. Door two would give me knowledge, ending my constant quest to learn everything I could. But door three was mysterious. Unmarked. Unknown. That door was the worst door to pick. 
 
 I spent my whole life making contrary decisions. I did n't see why death should change that. 
 
 `` I know what door you're going to choose.'' The man who I suppose was God sighed heavily. Almost sadly. 
 
 I was surprised to find there was a God, having spent my life not believing in Him. I was also surprised that I even qualified for Heaven. My lifetime had not been spent praying for salvation and I had never once asked for forgiveness for any of my many, many sins. 
 
 Not that I was a monster. I tried to be a good person, I did n't steal, or kill anyone. I cheerfully denied the existence of God and an afterlife and lived my own life accordingly. 
 
 `` What's behind the door?'' I asked, knowing the answer. If He knew he would have told me. 
 
 He shrugged. I frowned. God should not shrug, `` I do n't know. No one has ever opened it.'' 
 
 `` No one has ever been curious?'' He must have been lying. If God can shrug and not know something, He can lie. 
 
 He shook His head, `` No. Happiness and knowledge have been enough for everyone so far.'' He held out a hand to me, `` We both know where you're going, so let's not put it off any longer. 
 
 My hand sweat as I put it in his. I was absurdly bothered by it. I was dead, why would my hand be sweaty? How? My physical body and all of its sweat glands were in a morgue somewhere. By the time I decided that it must be a projection of my mind in order to male myself feel more or less like everything was ok, we were standing in front of the doors. 
 
 Door One looked like the door to the bedroom of my first apartment. Punk rock posters were taped to it and it looked like a standard, cheap hollow core door. I loved that apartment. My first taste of freedom. 
 
 Door Two was a clear glass double door that had books and books and books piled behind it. I could have happily been reading in there until the heat death of the universe. 
 
 Door Three looked heavy. It was made of very dark stained wood worth an intricate damask pattern carved into it. It was like no other door I has ever seen before. A tiny worm of doubt crept up my spine. 
 
 `` You can still pick a different option.'' God said softly, releasing my hand. 
 
 I could only shake my head as I reached for the handle. This was where I was going. 
 
 The long golden handle turned easily in my hand and the door opened smooth and and silently swung inward. 
 
 `` Good luck.'' God waved a little as I stepped over the threshold. 
 
 I fell. For what seemed like forever I fell. Down and down in pitch blankness I thought it would never end. 
 
 Long after I had gotten bored of screaming and was wishing for my cell phone, I was surrounded by brilliant light and I hit the ground. Hard. So hard I swear I bounced. 
 
 It took a full minute of looking around to believe where I was. 
 
 I was home. 
 
 I was across the parking lot from the building where I worked and I was watching myself get into my car. The very same car that was about to be carjacked by a psycho who would later dismember me and throw me in bits into a nearby quarry. But not before torturing and abusing me for a coulee of days. 
 
 Before I made the conscious decision, I started running across the asphalt.
