This is how I imagine death: You stand at the pearly gates where god let's you in. The two of you walk side by side in heaven, talking. You realize you don't really remember what you just talked about, it moves like a dream. You ask god "what if all this is just what my brain makes up in my moment of death?" God replies: "Maybe tha... tha... tha... th............ th........... t.......... .....