Well I intend to have an open mausoleum inscribed with the words 'necrophilies welcome', so your guess is as good as mine. After that I am maggot meat and memories fizzing in the synapses of those that loved me, and those that did not, until they too are maggot meat.
Popes and prophets lie. Life before death is what counts. This life is enough if you choose to live it as well as you can, and choose to ignore those who would have you squander it on guilt and repression.