What happens when we die?
We're dead. Our bodies decay. A few people might cry and then tell several humorous anecdotes about our time amongst the living. "Remember when he ...?!"
That's what happens. It's really all very anticlimactic.
Why do so many demand so much more? Why can't some accept that their lives aren't cosmically important?
And if there IS more ... than each one of us will find out in due time.
None of this changes how an individual should conduct himself while breathing. Be decent, pleasant to others (unless they're unpleasant to you) and don't add to the misery that comes with existence in this mortal coil.
Sky wizard's are for the scared, weak and arrogant (What?!
I can't die!).