Heaven: me chilling in my bedroom with all of the dogs I’ve ever owned, who can also talk to me, I have an endless supply of weed, Coca-Cola and the ability to make any of my favourite foods cooked in the way I remember with access to every single piece of entertainment at my fingertips.

Hell: just me being forced to spend eternity listening to my asshole father scream about me not wanting to play sports and how it’s my mum’s fault his life sucks, obviously I’m also being tortured by demons but that’s my layer of personal hell they’d add.

Nah it can’t be that, that numbers way too low to be that.

Only one way to find out.