The Afterlife

Ok, I've finally figured out what happens to people when they die. We all go to this big arena filled with Ikea furniture in boxes. If you've been bad in your life then you have to assemble the furniture. If you've been good then you get to sit in the stands and laugh your f'ing ass off at the bad people. Good lord, can I have my 4 hours back please??? Still not finished, have to hang the doors and install the hardware. Swedes are sadists!!!