Dear Clem, how dare you suggest that of all the thousands of infantile magic pixie fantasies people have believed in over the last 70,000 years the one I believe in isn't actually true? I know beyond all possibility of doubt that the entire universe was made just for me because I'm part of a huge Plan and so I'm very, very important. Therefore, logically, it's impossible for me to die. I mean, sure, my Earthly existence will come to an end but afterward I'll live forever.

Sure hope they've got endless Netflix up there, otherwise it's going to get boring after a while....