"Dead?" You stumble back even further in shock. "That can't be true! This can't be the afterlife! I don't even remember dying!"
Sam nods. "Apparently no one does. From what I gather, whenever someone dies, all memories relating to their death are erased. I guess it has something to do with keeping this a happy place."
You shake your head, still not believing what you're being told. Turning around, you begin to walk around the room, trying to clear your head. As you do so, your eyes glance over some of the decorations on the wall. You first notice a poster of a boy who looked to be around your age, maybe a little younger, coming out of what appeared to be a river, water dripping off his body. The poster next to it has a younger boy, closer to Sam's age, posing with his arms crossed across his bare chest, smiling, standing in front of a city skyline that you didn't recognize. In both posters, the boys are clearly and completely nude. You're unsure where or why Sam had these posters hanging on the walls (if this even is his bedroom), but you find them oddly… arousing.
Turning back around to Sam, you start to investigate, trying to figure out as much as you can. "Okay, so let's pretend I am dead, and in the afterlife, just for the sake of argument. Doesn't that mean I can do whatever I want? Like there's no rules?"
Chuckling, Sam shakes his head. "Not exactly. Most of the inhabitants of this part of the afterlife are governed by a set of rules. Those rules are set by the Master of the afterlife. That's a position that was set when we all appeared here. Supposedly it was based on things we did in life, good vs. bad deeds and all that."
So much for all that you learned in Sunday School when you were a kid, you think. "So, then, who's the Master of this afterlife?"
Sam's smile grows wide. "Who do you think, cutie? It's…"