You lived a good life in the mortal realm. You were a hydroponic farmer who had the unfortunate circumstance of walking in on a gang execution while walking to get to your and your twin sister's birthday party with a cake in hand. BANG! was the last thing you heard and the last thing you saw was the flash of a gun. You slowly wake up on a floor made out of clouds. You remember what happened and the sad truth is, you'll never see your twin sister or family ever again. You look around and see the golden gates of heaven with St Peter waiting for you. He waves at you with a happy and welcoming smile