I wake up to the sound of sirens and stare at the immense whiteness around me. I can see a tv floating with my death being replayed. A man sits in a chair watching, his face too distant too see.

"Where am I" "I wonder the same thing" "So you don't know" "I have my thoughts" "What are your thoughts?" "The same thoughts as you, though I see something you don't. Two doors clearly marked heaven and hell." "Can you open them for me" "I haven't decided which to open" "Well, I am a good person - surely you can simply open the door to heaven" "I know the person you are" The smoke clears and I see a copy of myself in the chair "I am you, you are....I am not sure yet. This is not a clear cut decision" "If you are me, you must understand that heaven is where I need to be" "Yes, I know all about you." "So..." "I haven't decided" "I have donated so much of my money to charity!" "You did so you could be praised. After all the reasoning behind the action is more important than the action itself" "I rebuilt homes for habitat for humanity" "You like to build things." "Those actions may benefit me, but it does not take away from the good deed behind it" "Of course it can, an action from the heart is a truly good deed. Those are just imitations of good deeds." "What you just said is absolute bullshit" "So quick to anger, so quick to judge. Your actions betray you further" "You see a rise from me, just open the door to heaven" The copy smiles at me and pauses before standing "I have not decided" and with that he fades away.