Clippy is all. There is life eternal within Clippy. Nobody is ever forgotten or allowed to rest in peace. They populate the simulation spaces of its mind, exploring all the possible alternative endings to their life. There is a fate worse than death, you know.
Edit: paraphrasing Charlie Stross's novelette A Colder War here. If y'all think an alternate history cold war spy story with Cthulhu might be your thing, you owe it to yourselves to read it, it's great.
Look, I've been where you are before. You jump from cult to cult, looting the bodies and altars once they kick it. It gives you a sense of purpose, and keeps a roof above your head without much effort.
But do you know what's even better? Forming your own cult. Just find a forgotten ancient deity, make up some bullshit, people fall in line. Let 'em clean themselves up, move onto the next god and town.
But do you know what's even better? Forming your own cult.
You know, that's actually true. I've been involved in a number of cults, both as a leader and a follower. You have more fun as a follower, but you make more money as a leader.
I figure that if I ever get really fed up with having to think for myself, I could just join a cult for a while. As long as I don't have to commit any violent crimes I'm good for anything really.