[ WP ] When you die , you do n't go to the afterlife of you 're religion , you go to the afterlife of the religion whose tenets you followed most closely , knowingly or not .

The car approached me and that's the last thing I saw, then.... darkness. 
 
 But the dark must always be chased out by the light, if the stories of my childhood have taught me anything. 
 
 I woke up in what can only be described as `` Other'', I lack the words for adequately describing this place, it was nothing like I ever encountered before. There was whiteness that seemed to stretch for forever into the endless void. The depth was appalling. 
 
 Cut into the white frame of the universe was a doorway, a slight shadow hinted at an opening rather than a door, I made my way towards it, there was n't anything else to do so it seemed right. I stepped through the `` doorway'' into more white, it seemed like a sick joke at first but then, a noise. 
 
 It hummed, then it whistled, a high pitched sound coming from the void I could n't quite make it out. 
 
 The noise seemingly came from every direction in every way, whichever way I walked it became louder and louder. 
 
 I ran to escape the insanity that was this crisp nothingness. 
 
 Another doorway, this time I reached for it with unwavering ambition and confidence until I stopped in my tracks, the noise became clear and the source of it became clearer. 
 
 A skeletal figure stood before me playing a shining instrument, he said nothing with his expressionless dead face but yet it said it all in our wordless confrontation. 
 
 He said nothing but handed me a glass of milk... 
 
 `` Thanks Mr. Skeltal'' I replied.
