An Afterlife

Ralph wondered out loud, “Is there an afterlife? If so, what is it like?”. Now you may think this is a strange thing for Ralph to be concerned about since he is a cucumber, but that question did concern him. When he asked it, there was no reply from any of the other cukes; cucumbers are notoriously reticent.
The tomatoes, of course, always have something to say about everything, but not to cucumbers which they consider to be beneath them and rather primitive for vegetables, not to mention the dull green-on-green color scheme. To themselves, the tomatoes had discussed this concept thoroughly and came to the conclusion that “the great garden in the sky” and other ideas about an afterlife were completely false. After all, tomatoes were the smartest vegetable in the garden so if there was an afterlife, tomatoes would be running it and would therefore know all about it.
Ralph the cucumber, sighed, and forgot about his question for that day but the question kept returning and he could never get an answer. Eventually, Ralph died.
He woke a few days later in a strange place. It was quite chilly and he found himself in a large jar with several other cucumbers floating in a brine with herbs and spices. “Wow!”, he exclaimed, “Who would have thought the afterlife of a cucumber would be as a pickle?” he said out loud as usual. He got no reply from the tomatoes, now in the nearby jar of Salsa.