Question her

John: Sorry about you being killed.

Doe: Happens to the best of us. Thats the one and only certain thing in life: ****. Everything that begins, ends. Forget taxes. There are ways to not pay those now. Back when i was alive, they'd have you executed for that, but now, you only have to worry if they catch you doing it. Even then, they just put you in jail for it. The Reaper has a perfect record; nobody can beat Her. Even God sometimes wonders if She'll eventually take Him too.

John: What is dying like?

Doe: It fuckin' hurts.

John: So much that it wasn't worth living?

Doe: Hell, no! I'm glad...proud, to have lived like i did. If i hadn't been there, who knows what Heaven would be like now?

John: Someone attacked this place?

Doe: No, that won't happen for another five years from now. But the people i fought were against the Christian faith. If they had won, the people now wouldn't believe in Heaven and it would probably be gone. Mine was a life of hard training and brutal fighting, but i would do it a thousand times over, and with a thousand times more painful ****, to do what needed done. If you can die knowing it was worth it, no matter how it happens, you'll die smiling. Laughing, even. **** is only defeat if your goals go unreached.

John: What if thats what happens to me?

Doe: Then even the most humane **** will be Hell to you.

John: How should i live?

Doe: Thats your decision. I'm just here to make sure you don't die before God says you do.

John: This God person knows when i'll die?

Doe: You and everyone who ever has, does or will live. And He's not a person.

John: Then, He's going to kill me?

Doe: ....thats one way of looking at it. Its sort of like he hires whatever kills you to do it.

John: Thats horrible!

Doe: Hey! He decided you could exist at all, so show some fuckin' respect, boy!

John: God takes life...but gives it as well.

Doe: Basically. Parents are pretty incidental when you think about it.

John: What will my parents be like?

Doe: Who knows? Maybe they'll be rich and hand you everything you want, maybe they'll be drunken hicks that beat and **** you all the time. They may even abort you.

John: Abort?

Doe: Yeah. They make the body your soul inhabits, but they have the option not to give birth to it. If that happens, you just stay here.

John: For how long?

Doe: Forever.

John: Oh...

Doe: ...but if you stay here, you can come talk to me or those other angels pretty much whenever. Unless they get assigned to guard someone, of course.

John: Oh! That doesn't sound so bad.

Doe: Yeah, but you should want to live. Its not too bad, either. Sometimes.

John: What else will i need to know before i'm born?

Doe: Experiment. Find out for yourself what makes you happy; don't just believe whatever the other humans tell you. Most of them are either stupid or full of shit. Don't hear what you like; KNOW what you like.