Death - The Great Unsolved Mystery

I read this wonderful passage in Michael Cunningham's book Specimen Days about death. It is how I like to think death is....

"She's had a long life. Now she's going back to the Lord"
"Frankly it creeps me out a little when you say things like that,"
Simon said.
"It shouldn't. If you don't like 'Lord', pick another word. She's going home. She's going back to the party. Whatever you like."
"I suppose you have some definite ideas about an aferlife."
"Sure. We get absorbed into the earthly and celestial mechanism."
"No heaven?"
"That's heaven."
"What about realms of glory? What about walking around in golden slippers?"
"We abandon consciousness as if we were waking from a bad dream. We throw it off like clothes that never fit us right. It's an ecstatic release we're physically unable to apprehend while we're in our bodies. Orgasm is our best hint, but it's crude and minor in comparison."