[ WP ] Heaven is real , but is an expansive living area divided into communities based on how the inhabitants died .

I need to get home. Strangely enough, I felt aches and pains everywhere - but there was n't a single visible bruise. This line needs to hurry up... wait, what was I waiting for again? A bored looking young man jotted down notes. 
 
 Everything was a bit surreal. I knew I was in some sort of enclosed space, but I could n't see any walls. The floor beneath me felt like it could sink any moment and that notion did n't scare me at all. Bits of conversation faded in and out around me. 
 
 `` -driving down one of those old roads, cow comes trotting into my lane like some fucking idiot...'' 
 
 `` son's okay, but he's going to be upset about it...'' 
 
 It all seemed so natural, but something begged my attention. I did n't remember anything. Finally my turn came, for whatever it was. A bored old man stared up at me, `` Name?'' 
 
 I panicked. Name. Goddamn it what is my name? ``... Let me check the files.'' A paper appeared out of thin air, `` Lydia Andrews. Age 18. Hm... Interesting. You know how you died?'' 
 
 For some reason, this shocking revelation was old news to me. `` No.'' He sighed and rubbed his temples, but chuckled in a disarming fashion. 
 
 `` Neither do we. Do n't worry, it's probably just a filing error. For now we'll send you to Section B13.'' The crowd went silent and stared at me. If only I knew why it made so self-conscious. `` Do n't let the reincarnated ones scare you. They've been around the block and love freaking out newcomers. It's temporary, we'll get it fixed in no time.'' 
 
 As walked past him... or through him, I'm not sure. A cat trotted up to me, `` Hey - you compulsively honest or something?'' I tilted my head, and the creature just repeated himself. `` I do n't know what you're talking about.'' 
 
 Suddenly he jumped in front of me. `` He asked you how you died. People spend millennia building up their resume, making it look good, and you could have just said you tried to save a bunch of orphans or something. I wish I could have done that!'' 
 
 Wondering how the cat died, I knelt down and picked him up, placing him on my shoulder. `` What did you do?'' 
 
 `` I got a little sticker that said:'Roadkill' and was assigned to wander around the car crash dormitory. But hey, I do n't envy you - you missed an opportunity like the dumb human you are.'' Absentmindedly patting the cat on the head, I phased through a couple of walls. 
 
 `` You know what Section B13 is about?'' It purred happily, before jumping down to walk beside me. What a strange little cat. 
 
 `` Do n't listen to anyone who says it's temporary. Millions of people die everyday, it's not like anyone's going to care about the one person who got assigned wrong. I think I know of like, one girl who got moved. And that was because someone found out that she was serial killer who stole the resume of a doctor.'' 
 
 The cat continued, `` Anyways, Section B13 is filled with all sorts of people. Mainly those who died from bizarre accidents. It's cold and dark and the electricity is terrible. No one there minds though, they spend most of their time so high that they could relive their deaths and laugh about it.''
