In death, all we have is the knowledge of how we died. We don’t remember our names, our lives, or if we were good or bad people. As far as I can tell, this isn’t purgatory, heaven, or hell, this is just death—though maybe these words and all the other words that I think in give me some idea of who I was alive. And our bodies, of course, we have those too. However anyone died is how they’ll remain in death until the end of time. And because I died undamaged, my body is a hot commodity I can sell how I like.