George Mason was quietly contemplating the end of his existence in the back of his mind, but this was drowned out by the fear he felt as he flew his nuclear cargo towards the designated ground zero. Taking the plane down, he wondered if he, a rather secular man, should say a prayer.
The end of George's life was signalled by a huge mushroom cloud that was visible for miles around.
Had the prayer worked? George sat up and found himself in a white room, before realising that there were people stood behind him. Turning around before standing up, he recognised the people – they were his family, or at least the dead ones.
"I'm so proud of you, George," his mother spoke gently, before embracing him. George felt a solitary tear fall down his cheek, past a smile growing on his face.
"Is this Heaven?," George asked the crowd, hoping that he had won a place in paradise by his heroic sacrifice. His mother looked up at him.
"No, George, this isn't Heaven. It might be waiting for you, but this is just your brain, your final moments of conciousness before we all learn the elusive answer to the question of what comes after death," she spoke, and George was confused. He was sure that he was indeed dead, so how could he be concious?
"Am I dead?," George asked, even though he knew the answer. Everyone nodded slowly, sadly. Looking down at his mother one last time, he plucked up the courage to accept the inevitable. Suddenly, a white light begin to shine through part of the wall.
"Your last minutes of conciousness are dwindling, George. I think you know what you have to do," his father spoke. George nodded, and walked slowly towards oblivion.