When you depart this world unclean and are cast into the firey pit of the evil ones domain. His wretched minions tossing for a piece of your soul. Poking you in the behind with his pitchfork...for eternity....................... REMEMBER I tried to warn you.
Are you sure there is no creator? Then why do you fear death? "Oh, what FOOLS ye mortals be." Time is VERY short.