I've already created my own religion: It's called bazookanism.
In bazookanism, I am God. Everyone else is poop-meat. Every day, 500 poop-meats go into "The pit" which is basically this really deep, really big hole in the ground. I then sit at the top of the pit with a bazooka and attempt to kill all of them. After 24 hours, the surviving poop-meats go to Heaven, and the rest are carted off to be fed to Hilary Clinton. Then 500 more poop-meats go into the pit.
Why base the after-life on something stupid like morality, when you can base it on an actually useful skill... like the ability to dodge bazooka fire...?