“Trick question,” you wryly smile. “Life doesn’t have any inherent meaning.”

“NO, LIFE MUST HAVE PURPOSE,” the alien states, training its gun at your face. “OTHERWISE, WHAT WOULD BE THE PURPOSE IN SERVING DIZOR? IT GIVES ME NO PLEASURE TO SERVE HIM. IN FACT, IT GIVES ME GREAT ANXIETY SLITHERING AROUND ON THE HORRIBLE SUBSTANCE YOU CALL ‘GRAV-EL.’ BITS OF IT GET INTO MY TENTACLES. YOUR ANSWER IS A HUMAN TRICK TO GET ME TO REBEL AGAINST DIZOR. CONSUME LASER FIRE, HUMAN SCUM!”

A light flashes and in an instant, your body is rendered into ash.

But much to your surprise, you find out there is an afterlife and it’s pretty chill! In the Angelzone, you’re told by The Glow that life does have inherent meaning. It’s eating corn. The more corn you eat, the more you’re fulfilling life’s purpose. Since you were a big corn on the cob person, your afterlife is gonna be a buttery breeze.

THE END