Our sane brave ghosts will ascend as shades into a magnetic sun and its light will carry them to an abridged cosmos, whereat life is advanced like in Star Trek.
And by the way, don't think i don't understand the impulse to get pissed off. I get pissed by things that don't matter at all, like the person in front of me in traffic having an ugly car color. I'm "offended" about 500 times a day. But recognize it for what it is: an emotion.