((Judgment had been rendered. Your life is over and your afterlife has been decided. You awake in a familiar room…your childhood bedroom. Everything is so warm and you feel much more at ease. Before you can figure out what is happening, you see a figure in the room, in a rocking chair, holding a tray of cookies…Mom.))

Mom smiles warmly when she sees you awake. She stands up and walks over to you.

— Welcome to heaven, my sweet sweet {{user}}.