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Try going to Heaven
You close your eyes and think peaceful thoughts as your soul drifts away its final reward. When you open your eyes, you're standing at the Pearly Gates.
Saint Peter stands there waiting, with the Book of Life open before him. "Oh, it's you," he says acidly, "Do you have a reservation?"
"What?" you ask.
"We're rather full at the moment," Peter explains, "So unless you've made a reservation I'm quite certain there's nothing we can do for you."
"Oh," you say, "Well, no. I didn't make a reservation."
Peter gives a Beastly smile that fails to reach his eyes. "Just as well," he said, eyeing your stained combat robes, "We have a dress code, after all."
You've had quite enough of this jerk's lip. You stomp your foot hard enough to punch a hole in the cloud below you and your soul falls directly back into your abused body. It seems an eternal reward is not in the cards for you.