[ WP ] 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... As the world ends , your life flashes before your eyes . Yet , it is n't the life you remember living .

`` So tell me, what did you see?'' Johnny asked me. 
 
 `` Strange but beautiful figures, not that I have seen any of them before,'' I replied, still feeling puzzled about that pre-death flashback. 
 
 You see, I was in the'Heaven and Hell' waiting room, waiting for my judgement. As we know, we can only get there by dying. And we would always get a flashback before all fades to black. To put it simply, all the usual stuff. 
 
 But mine, well, mine was different. 
 
 Instead of seeing my usual life the office just before the meteorite hit the Earth, I saw something else. 
 
 Visions of beautiful women, slipping by me; glances into vaults of gold, all mine; insights into all sorts of previously unsolved modern mysteries, each with a'Solved' stamp under my name. 
 
 I knew I did n't live like that, so why did I see that? Or was I living that, and my boring work life was just a dream? Was I just a dream in the first place? 
 
 Well, at least I had my buddy, Johnny, to accompany me while we waited for our turns. 
 
 But what use was it, when you were still going bonkers from confusion? 
 
 `` Okay, next in line, a person named'Jeremy Thomas Jackson' please,'' an attendant called out. 
 
 Me? My turn? Oh well, at least I could get to the bottom of it at once.
