I believe when we die... We all get a care package that has:
A watermelon, a pack of Oreos, Toilet Paper, a can opener, June 1978 issue of Hustler (that was bad), a bottle rocket, and three blind, dead mice....
Then we are set loose on the a dessert planet. Yes... "Dessert"... I meant that.
Then we all take place in a Toe Wrestling Tournament to see who wins all of the dead blind mice.
FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY!!!
If this made sense to you....You need mental help more than I do.