Confess that you are a weak creature, that you don't know where you have come from and where you lead. Confess that you don't know what happens when you die, that you don't even know if it is a bad thing. Heaven and hell my ass, that's just an imagination. One that suits your greedy soul, a soul that wants answers, right now; the one who needs prophets.
When you love someone and you lose him/her, you feel sad; you are feeling sad for yourself.