Sounds rather boring. In my version of the afterlife, the Almighty puts your butt to work.
The most heroic, uplifting, inspiring scene in the whole of English literature is the construction of Pandaemonium, the capital city of Hell, in Milton's Paradise Lost. After the Fall, Satan and his minions know only agony. They can barely function. Satan rouses them out of their stupor and puts them to work building the city to get their minds refocused. Some of Heaven's greatest artisans have fallen along with him; under these impossible conditions, they do their best work of all.
Of course, Milton has always been accused of painting too noble and sympatheic a portrait of the Prince of Darkness.