If I ever have kids, I’m going to raise them as Odinists. One day I want to have a discussion like this:

Mav Jr: What happens when we die, Daddy?

Mav Sr: well son, you go to Hel, where you are tortured with the rest of the damned. Unless of course, you’re lucky enough to die in glorious battle then you will get to go to Valhalla and drink mead and fuck valkyries until the day of Ragnorök when you will join with our Lord, Odin in the fight against Surtr and the fire giant hordes of Muspelheim on the field of Vigrid until such time as you are eviscerated alongside the Æsir or if you’re lucky, eaten by Fenrir the wolf before he devours Odin himself. Then the world will burn in flames. So there you go. Sweet Dreams, son.