What if, when you get to heaven, they tell you that everything costs money and that your earthly bank account has been converted into “heaven-dollars” as of the moment you died? What if you find out, however, that there is a cloud rental fee and a daily fee for the manna food bar and everything else heavenly costs money too?

What if you complain and those in charge tell you to go get a job? “There’s a lot of work that needs to be done up here. Go make yourself useful.”

You start belly-aching again, telling them how hard you worked while on Earth, blah blah blah.

They aren’t impressed. They tell you: “This is heaven, not paradise.”