Your body is dead is laying rotting slowly changing. While your spirit shudders and drifts away. Time means nothing. You wander the world for many many days or weeks maybe even years. Then you find yourself in the Eternal Buffet lobby. A man made of roast duck waits as the crowd works you forwards.
He asks your name and checks a short scroll with words so tight and small they look little more then dots to you. He says you are only here temporary because Hell is full up until they put in that extra wing for the likes of YOU>
Meanwhile you can stay here as long as you can continue eating and eat whatever you discover in the boxes. There's some sort of Holiday mystery food celebration going on, this is week seven. Some folks are still eating.