[ 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 .

You wake under a plain cloth blanket, one that you really did n't need as it's perfectly comfortable here and you're already dressed. 
 
 You remember getting pissed at Tim about the pool game and how he was being a little hardheaded on giving up the table after you'd won. But just snippets of it are coming back like the morning after a wild night out. 
 
 You look around and wonder where you are as you get up and go towards the only other thing in the room, the door. 
 Swinging wide it shows you a well manicured park like in a major city but with more flowers. A hipster chick sitting with a kitten smiles and turns and says `` Hi, do you like cats too?'' 
 
 `` Huh? What's going on? Where's...'' 
 
 `` Shhhh... do n't complain'', she whispers, `` You have to be nice to the kitties'' 
 
 `` No, I mean what the hell is going on. I do n't give a shit about your cat'' 
 
 `` You just do n't understand, you were always nice to cats right?'' 
 
 `` Yeah sure, why do I care'' 
 
 `` Well there's a girl named Aubrey and this is her heaven, anyone who has treated cats nicely every time, and saved one at a time in their life is stuck here.'' And the smile falls from her face and her septum piercing wiggles as she turns back around. 
 
 The urge to argue subsides a little. Cats have always been okay, you'd just never spent a lot of time with them. 
 
 You look to the right as a cute calico kitten waltzes proudly towards you, the sun in it's fur. 
 
 The hipster chick says dryly, `` Take care of it, or we'll all be fucked.''
