Ralph had always been one to live life simply and leave the “bigger picture” metaphysical stuff to those better suited to it. To say, then, his first impressions of the afterlife were somewhat…unexpected would be a fair statement.
He was familiar with the whole “walking towards the light” concept but quite unprepared for that walk to be down a hallway with glass-shiny floors and a bunch of unmarked doorways.
Shrugging his non-corporeal shoulders, he started forward, figuring it best to not stop along the way but to head straight for the door with the unassuming brass plaque reading: Registration Office.
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction prompt based upon a photo by Rich Voza.