I once had a dream where I floated out of my body, about 10 feet above my bed. It felt so real that I was shaken for days afterwards.
I have a secret belief that in the same way our dreams can feel crazy real and stretch a realtime minute into dreamtime days, the "afterlife" is a few minutes of brain putt-putting stretched into a dream of whatever you think the afterlife should be. So whatever it is that you believe about life after death, it'll happen in your dying ember dreamtime. Everyone will be right about that stuff they fought and shouted for, but no one will ever know it didn't actually matter (except for ze Nihilists). Maybe you'll go to hell because that's where some dude said you'd go (and you believed him), maybe you'll hang with a bearded white guy on some clouds because you watched too many cartoons. Maybe you'll get butt-probed by aliens (is there a religion that believes in this? SIGN ME UP).
So basically I'm just gonna go ahead and believe that when I die I'll become part of the Q Continuum. For at least a few seconds before my brain calls it, I'm going to transform and teleport matter instantaneously, create and explore alternate timelines, and affect various universal states of nature. That's it. that's where I'll be. Have fun with Jesus or whatever.