Atheist or not, bare with me here.
What if when you die, the reaper doesn't come take your soul, you don't rot in the ground. God just has a bunch cakes labeled with our name and birthday on it. Depending on how good we were as a person, and how good we let our life be, depends on how good the cake taste. If you grew up in a poor home, but still was positive and treated everyone right, you're cake can be just as good as someone who grew up rich and was nice and positive to everyone. You and god will talk about how your life was, some highlights, some negative points, he wouldn't tell anyone what you two talked about, it was your life, not theirs. After he finishes the cake, in the all white room at the wooden table, he would stand up, clean the table off, and you would walk with him down a hallway labeled "Memory Lane." It would show pictures from birth to death of all the memories, as your DMT kicks in and you get shot by all these emotions and dreams while awake, he will lead you to the stairs to heaven, or the elevator down to hell. He'd say he doesn't regret making you, not in the slightest, then he would smile and that's it.