I really don't know. I reject the idea of a heaven with pearly gates and a hell with lakes of fire, though.
My way of dealing with this issue has been to live in such a way so that when I die, no matter when that may be, I will feel like the people I loved
knew that I loved them. Not just guessed, hoped, or suspected.... really were aware of it and knew that they could count on me. Sure, I make mistakes, but I admit them. I avoid being prideful and judgemental as much as possible, because these are things that destroy love and bring pain. Since, for me, the purpose of life is to love and be loved, this dovetails nicely. Works for me. I'm a cult of one.
I'm sort of immune to the issue because I decided a long time ago that it didn't really matter what happened to 'me' when I died. The only thing that matters is that I have truly and deeply loved, ans shown that love through my actions. I'm more worried about the people that I will leave behind than my own sorry hide. The day I die, I will die in peace.... I'll be sad, but at peace. If I have any choice in the matter, I will watch over the people I left behind... Isla, the friendly ghost!
