Death is not suited to the Type A personality. For those who take great care in planning their lives down to the very last letter, our eternal demise presents a uniquely challenging conundrum: How does one prepare for the one aspect of life where there is no data, no insight, no facts and no instructions on where to park? There’s a wicked irony in micromanaging your entire life on Earth only to croak and have your soul potentially jettisoned to some formless state of being, entirely unknown to mere mortals. And that’s assuming that the hereafter is any kind of tangible location at all. Is the afterlife a place, or is it just an endless void — and, if so, does the void provide snacks?

In David Freyne’s lovely new film, “Eternity,” all those logistics are taken care of courtesy of afterlife

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