[ WP ] Every person in the world was created to complete one specific part of a master plan , when we die , we get to see what that one task had been . What was yours ?

*Piss poor excuse of an afterlife. * 
 
 The golden arches of Saint Peter ’ s gates were long gone. Instead, the pure volume of new entrants had moved the process to an egalitarian mess. The gate keeper had been replaced by attendants, and the marble steps by queues. The light and airy nature of the entrance to Heaven was now a boring, discomforting bureaucratic affair concerned with traffic volume and timely in-processing. 
 
 “ 4501 at window number … 7, ” an emotionless voice intoned. 
 
 *Great, even Heaven has moved to automation. * 
 
 I took a peep at the slip I ’ d taken on entering, 4503. By now, the initial shock had worn off and I gazed around the sea of faces. They all stood out in the dim light, monoliths of their emotions carved onto their faces. Shock, bemusement and a lingering sense of fear pervaded the stuffy atmosphere. You could tell from a glance of those who knew their death was at hand and those that had been taken in an instant. 
 
 “ 4502 at window number… 3 ” 
 
 There was a certain discomfort about the orthodox procedure of the room. The inevitability of the conversation that was about to take place certainly weighed on the minds of the other occupants just as it did mine. 
 
 *Where do I go, Heaven or Hell? * 
 
 “ 4503 at window number… 6 ” 
 
 I stood up and made my way to the window where I was greeted by an attendant with a golden halo. 
 
 “ Welcome to Heaven, ” he said, in a muted tone filled with boredom. “ Lets get this out of the way, do you know how you ended up here? ” 
 
 “ Yes, more or less, ” I replied. “ I was walking down the trail near my house ” 
 
 He interjects, “ Your life has ended, do not refer to your material possessions with a sense of ownership. ” 
 
 *What? * 
 
 “ I.. I just got here. ” 
 
 “ I know, a sudden death is certainly disorienting. Your heart attack may have had ramifications you don ’ t yet understand. Did you complete your purpose? ” 
 
 “ My purpose? I… I ’ m not sure. ” 
 
 “ You were left on Earth to complete one thing. Did you do it? ” 
 
 “ How… how would I know if I did? ” 
 
 “ You were meant to give advice to a very important man. A young orphan. ” 
 
 I racked my brain briefly. 
 
 “ Mike? ” 
 
 Mike was a young boy that was adopted by my neighbor a year past. He was a bright young man, but seemed… normal. To hear this saintly attendant talk about him in such high regard was a bit frightening. 
 
 “ Yes, the one you called Mike. ” 
 
 “ Well, sure I talked with him. ” 
 
 “ You were sent to teach Mike the importance of humanity. His upbringing left him empty, and his power of greatness left him in a position to inflict great harm. Did you complete your purpose? ” 
 
 I couldn ’ t speak. *We were never close. How could I teach him humanity? * 
 
 “ When was the last time you saw him? ” He asked. 
 
 “ Just this morning, he came up to me during my walk. ” 
 
 “ Ahhh. Yes. ” 
 
 We sat silent while he scribbled notes in his ledger. 
 
 
 “ Please rise and continue forward, ” He said. 
 
 “ But what about Mike? ” I asked as the queue began to move me away from my attendant. 
 
 “ Mike witnessed your death. ” 
 
 “ Then I didn ’ t complete my purpose? What happens to me now, will you send me back? ” 
 
 “ No, my friend. The boy learned to feel loss at your hands. He will continue on a just path, your purpose was completed. Welcome to Heaven. ” 
 
 A void of sadness filled me. A part of me hoped I had failed; that I would be sent back to complete my task. His words rang in my ears as I was pushed forward by the orderly crowd; *Welcome to Heaven*. 

