The world is swallowed up by the sun, and all of the creatures and chips are long gone.
The plot is unsure where to place Stace, so she wakes up in the clouds of heaven. She heads to the food stalls to grab a bowl of chips for her to eat while waiting in line for judgment. Even the queueing area is beautiful: perfect symmetry and asymmetry in a way that's quite indescribable.
What Stace couldn't have anticipated, however, is that the god of this heaven is actually me. I am Jack, I am God, I am Death, with tentacles as long as galaxies and an itch that can't be scratched. I cannot approve her entry and sentence her to hell for being a selfish bitch.