An excellent question.

"Oh, hey! Let me turn this down a bit.", the newcomer says, chuckling slightly. The blinding light fades, no, fades isn't quite the word. The light seems to get absorbed into his long blond hair. As my vision clears, I see a guy on his early 20s in a pair of white jeans and white tee shirt that shows off his chest. Bronze skin, white sneakers and a smile that says "Dude Bro" complete the figure in front of me. "An excellent first question. If I say so myself. Allow me to introduce myself. I am known to my followers as Ashward, Bringer of Dawn, The Golden Ray, He-Who-Sings-The-Morning, and I had like a hundred other names, but they kinda fell away. You get used to that part. Y'know what? Just call me Ashward, or Lord Ashward. That's what most of em call me."

"A-Ashward? W-who are you? WHAT are you? where am I? What's going on?!" I ask, the panic rising in my voice.

"Whoa, whoa! Relax. Take a deep breath." Ashward holds his hands up in a calming gesture. "Look at me. IIIInhale." He draws breath through in nostrils. "EEExhale." He blows out through O shaped lips. "Relaaax. You cool?"

"Y-yeah, I think so. Ashward, is it? Can you tell me what's going on? What are you, where am I, why am I sitting on a cloud?"

"All very good questions my man. Like I said, I'm Ashward, the closest thing to describing me would be..... a God, I guess. And you, my dearly departed compadre, are dead."

"Dead? DEAD?!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN DEAD?!?"

"Dead, y'know," Ashward continued, nonchalantly. "Cast off the mortal coil, bit the big one, taken a dirt nap."

"I, I know what dead means, but how? What happened?! When?"

"So for this," he waves his hand and a laptop appears floating in front of him, "we need to check your file. What's your name again?"