"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."