The day Shirley May dies, she goes to her own personal heaven where anything she could ever want is already hers.  She can live anywhere she wants, meet anyone she could ever want to meet, own whatever she had couldn't previously afford to buy. Her unwavering kindness and hard honest work guarantee her an eternity is her own self-made paradise. She can’t stand it. It’s egocentric. It’s boring. It’s empty. To have everything is, in Shirley’s opinion, to want for nothing. She needs to escape.