[He nodded, trying to find a concept that fit that in his own world and its myths, but could find nothing. There were no such beings that came for them at death. Your soul found its own way, and the lucky ones and the honorable ones became stars in the sky to look down upon their descendants.]
It sounds like a very important job indeed - and a taxing one. I know there were many people in my world alone, and from the sounds it from others their worlds are even more inhabited.