You died, but you led a good life. A good enough life to get into the good place. You end up in a neighborhood and are shown around by the architect. The tour ends in a small abstract cottage with a guy around your age inside, your soulmate. The architect leaves you alone and the two of you sit on his couch. “Hey, since you’re my soulmate, you’ll stand by me no matter what, right?” You nod “Well, I’m not supposed to be here in the good place”