i died

i died and went to some place. hell? heaven? surprisingly, i am not freaked or anything. also somehow i am standing outside myself watching myself being processed for afterlife? for admission to heaven or hell? so i watched as they chopped of our heads. no pain, no fear. nothing. then the heads were put in a huge pot where they were sort of cooked(?) to extract a kind of oil. apparently the amount of oil each head produced was a sort of measure of one’s merit. also the ‘cooking’ did not destroy the head and also somehow, a ‘parallel’ head was still attached to our bodies since we were just there watching, nonchalant, almost indifferent..