[ WP ] You just died . You find out that all versions of the afterlife actually do exist , for every religion ever imagined . Everyone goes to the `` heaven '' that corresponds to their beliefs . Problem is , you are an atheist .

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 `` Next!'' 
 
 This was the only word I heard before I opened my eyes to a blinding scene of white, sterile light. Instinctively my hand went up to my brow to shield me from the attack upon my retinas, helping to assess the situation I was in. Which, speaking of which, where was I? Amnesia had never befallen me before, but the harder I tried focusing, the fuzzier my memory became. 
 
 `` Finished taking in the view?'' 
 
 That same baritone voice assailed my ears once again, with a very apparent air of sarcasm, and immediately I turned to face the source. Sitting upon a black leather office chair behind an ornate stained oak desk was a man in a pressed three piece suit staring over a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses to the side of a thinly transparent computer screen. His white-streaked, dark brown hair was tucked neatly behind his ears and gently styled back atop his head. While staring directly into my own eyes with his, he gracefully depressed the blue lighted keys of his keyboard at a rate far beyond a blur. 
 
 `` Yeah, the white light really ties it all together. I love what you've done with the place.'' 
 
 Although I did n't find it especially amusing, the Desk Jockey seemed to think so, letting out a deep, pleasant chuckle to express his good humor. 
 
 `` I should say the same to you, young man! The light is great for my eyes that would usually be asleep at this hour. And we have you to thank!'' 
 
 Another gust of laughter followed this, which seemed to shake our rather bland surroundings. I cocked an eyebrow at the bespectacled man, seeming to humor him further with my puzzlement. 
 
 `` Pardon?'' 
 
 `` Usually I deal with individuals who have a preconceived notion of what Heaven looks like to them, so my work is pretty cut and dry. But Atheism is trending these days, so it's become a bit more interesting.'' 
 
 To this my confusion became amplified inexplicably. Then the fuzzy memories became more and more clear as I focused on the Desk Jockey's use of `` Heaven'' and `` Atheism,'' two seemingly antithetical words. 
 
 I'd been driving home on the highway after a late night shift when my front-right tire blew out and sent me crashing into the wall of the shoulder, hard enough to bounce back into the lane beside me. A semi-truck behind me did n't have enough time to brake and no space to get over to avoid hitting me, which was evident on the man's face as I shielded my eyes from his headlights before being slammed into. 
 
 `` So to answer your next question: yes, you are indeed dead. Although it wo n't sprout up until later, I'd like to make it clear I have no morbid sense of humor towards your ill-fortune as my earlier sarcasm may imply. It's simply a pleasure getting to work with individuals such as yourself!'' 
 
 As would be expected, thousands of questions now spiraled throughout my mind in an instant. While searching for the one to ask next, the suited man looked at me pleasantly and patiently while continuing to blur his fingers across his keyboard. His smile was so natural and well intended, the fears I had at the notion of being dead seemed to melt away. 
 
 It occurred to me to ask this man his name, but before I could, a nameplate materialized on his desk, matching the desk's wood and with an engraved golden plate. Beveled into its surface was `` Michael MCCCLXXIV'' along the top, and `` Angel of Death Intake and Heaven Creation'' slightly smaller and below. 
 
 More and more questions seemed to rise in my mind, such as `` Where are we?'' `` Why is everything blank?'' or even more simply, `` Where did that nameplate come from?'' However, the more Michael hypnotized me with his furious yet graceful rate of typing, the more knowledge seemed to surface and answer these questions. `` We're in your Heaven. Or lack thereof I suppose.'' `` Because you do n't believe in Heaven or an afterlife.'' `` I made it to answer your question.'' 
 
 Nearly any question I could come up with I was able to answer myself as it floated to my consciousness, despite not even having any notion of those answers in life. It became pretty clear that Michael was somehow answering all of these questions through the computer he was typing into, until they were nearly exhausted. 
 
 `` Can I verbally ask you something?'' 
 
 `` Of course! I've been waiting for just that. Sometimes speech is a better transmitter than the voice in your head, would n't you say?'' 
 
 `` Although I'm an Atheist, I'm still given a Heaven it seems. And because I did n't believe it existed in the first place, that's why everything is blank. But how does it change?'' 
 
 `` That's why I included my job title on my nameplate. We're here today to start constructing your Heaven. Or whatever else it may be called. Not to go off on a tangent, but I can tell it's another question on your mind. I'm the Christian Angel of Death and we're constructing Heaven because that's the closest association you have, growing up as a Christian initially. But I digress.'' 
 
 Michael finally stopped his typing and clasped his hands together in a loud clap. All at once the white light dissipated, only spotlighting on Michael and I in our places. The room was surrounded by monitors I could only describe as holograms, suspended in mid-air with no physical traces of a typical monitor. 
 
 Scenes of beaches, forests, space, and even other planets flashed before my eyes. All filled with happy people with a look of pure satisfaction permanently glued upon their visage. 
 
 `` Now's the part I enjoy so much! As I said before, many people already have an idea of Heaven in their minds when they meet their Angel of Death, so it's usually only a matter of going over some rules and basics on our end. But your group, Atheists and other similar secular groups, get a new slate!'' 
 
 At once I understood the intention of the blank, white room we were originally stationed in. The blank state Michael mentioned. 
 
 `` Now, I know this is daunting. So, if you'd prefer, we can start you off with some templates and you can add on later. Perhaps a serene, forested lake, like you used to enjoy visiting in life? Or perhaps the American Library of Congress, so you can absorb every bit of literature you could ever hope to? Ooh, or even a trip to a faraway-'' 
 
 `` Is it possible to start entirely from scratch?'' 
 
 The magnificent smile that broadened across Michael's face was something Heavenly in it's own way. The pure excitement we shared was palpable in the very air, and was manifested in the bright white light intensifying once again, to even more blinding levels. Michael rose from his seat and floated over his desk, landing with grace and finesse in front of me with an outstretched hand and a smile so bright that it outshone the light we swam in. 
 
 `` Are you ready to begin? Again?''
