A: You become a human-shaped pile of ash in a shallow grave, surrounded by a sea of identical white stones. It's a real existential crisis, trust us.
A: Actually, you have to pay in souls now. It's called "Soul-mes." Don't ask.
A: Ha! You'll be lucky if you get a decent signal on the astral plane. But don't worry, there's a great selection of reruns on the ectoplasmic network.