"What do I want to see after I die." He sighs and stretches out his legs in front of him. With precise diction, he answers, "I want to see absolutely nothing. That sounds perfect, as far as I'm concerned. Complete and total oblivion sounds like the soul of paradise."

He rolls his head towards her, then, lifting his eyebrows at her. "So I've answered an uncomfortable question. Now it's your turn. Why are you avoiding answering those questions? Unhealthy relationship to your religion, or do you just feel obliged to be secretive?"