Sounds like a Mexican stand off. You, laying there with your eyes closed waiting until the last moment to open them as God appears signing the couriers manifest to send you to hell. Well, shit
"Hey, I've changed my mind."
"Sorry, I've signed."
"No you didn't"
"We pre-sign here in heaven and use Fed Ex premium. Guaranteed same moment delivery"
"Hold on, if that's true what am I doing here talking to you?"
"Here? Now? This is your hell, Get used to it. If you hadn't been so untrusting and opened your eyes a moment earlier you'd have been in Applebees for happy hour."