: Q, what is going on?
: I told you. You're dead. This is the afterlife. And I'm God.
: [ You are not God!
: Blasphemy! You're lucky I don't cast you out or smite you or something. The bottom line is, your life ended about five minutes ago, under the inept ministrations of Dr. Beverly Crusher.
: No... I am not dead. Because I refuse to believe that the afterlife is run by you. The universe is not so badly designed.