"I like singing as much as the next Messiah but nothing else forever does not sound that blissful to me."

"Yeeeah. I don't know how them not getting bored works. Worked. I think being in the presence of God is supposed to be infinitely blissful and the singing is separate? But it's not like anyone was able to ask them, before."

"...Was this God's idea of Heavenly Bliss just...wireheading? F-, bad God, a fucking naked mole rat would be more creative than that."

"Sorry, what? I don't know anything about naked mole rats. Or what wireheading is except from context just now."

"Naked mole rats are a random animal I picked out of thin air. Wireheading is the practice of overstimulating the pleasure centers of your brain so that you perceive literally nothing but bliss, so called because the idea originated in science fiction stories where it involved sticking wires in your brain to run electric current through it."

"Okay. Thanks. I had wondered for a while, if people in Heaven were, well, properly people. Do you know what happens to people who die now? I guess with the door closed nobody's dying now, but if someone did before that."

"That I do not know."

"It might be a good idea to find out before we open the door again? Just in case they all go to Hell now or something."

"I think I'm going to have to open the door in order to check, unfortunately, but I can do it quick."

"Makes sense. Now, or are there other things you want to do in here first?"

"I'm gonna solicit a pillow from Bar and scream into it for a minute," she says, heading in the relevant direction. 

That makes him feel worse about the situation but better about his own desire to scream into a pillow over it. He goes back to sitting at a table in the corner, close to the door but out of the way.

Bar is happy to provide a pillow with good sound-absorption.

And once she's done with that she returns the pillow to Bar and goes back to the door and opens it briefly to check the current disposition of dead souls. 

Souls that lose their bodies in the mortal plane appear at the edge of Heaven with new bodies attached. As of about a minute ago, Heaven can no longer hang onto them, so they get dumped into outer space at the edge of the mortal plane, where they then proceed to die again, rinse and repeat. A sphere a light-year across is very large, and only a handful of people die every second, so the accumulating asteroid field of dead bodies is not very dense yet.

There are two pieces of good news, though. First, the people who went to Heaven before God died got made indestructible, so they're still hanging out in space being confused. And second, in the absence of a Final Judgement, nobody new is going to Hell. 

"Ohkay. Well. Good news and bad news. The good news is nobody is going to Hell right now." 

"That's good. What's the bad news?"

"The bad news is that everyone who's died since God is just sort of repeatedly suffocating in outer space."