There's a tradeoff. You'll be moving on to paradise, but you won't remember this place. No need to. You're clean now, no sins you have to remember. You still might meet up with them.
Reality is a funny thing.
There's no time. Godspeed, my friend. Dark red brimstone fled my soul, as I moved out of this world and into whatever lie ahead. I didn't see anything, I didn't feel anything. I knew as I 'moved on', that things would be better.