The Germanic part of me REALLY likes the notion of crossing Bifrost and stepping into Asgard.
Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sisters, and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me, they bid me take my place among them, in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever.
Or if you prefer Zep...
Fight the hoarde, sing and cry,
Valhalla I am cooooming.
Hey! Brynhild! Could I get some more mead over here, you foxy Valkyire?