[djmcmath]

If Heaven rejected you, and so did Hell, then they'd send you back to Earth, at which point you'd be consigned to work for the DMV as a bureaucrat for all eternity, entrenched in mindless drudgery and mired in red tape of Biblical proportions. You'd commute in a Ford Taurus and tell people that they needed to have someone who had died sign on the Title of their car before they could get a license.