1. I was born in Germany according to mom, but I grew up in America. No religion in the sense that our religion was learning to fight and be superheroes, pretty much? I'm agnostic.
2. I am intimately familiar with death in many fucking ways. It's exhilirating. Kind of euphoric, like the best sort of high depending on the death but also really fucking shitty. Calm? It usually ends pretty calmly. I've died a fair few times.
3. In my experience? There is a God and she hates my ass. I don't know about Heaven or Hell, but my most memorable death was waking up in the afterlife. I don't think it was Heaven, because there's nothing Dad's ass could've done that would earn him a trip to Heaven and I'm not exactly great either, but. There's no all-loving God. She made us, sure, but She also told me She doesn't like me, so. Kicked me out.