What Is Right?

I have lived my entire life fighting for what was right. People others called villains called me their friend and I saved those poor souls and they chose a new life. The right one. I was in every newspaper and my mask was known to all. People called me neither villain nor hero, just someone who you could count on.

When I was young I fought in one person wars against people I didn't even think about. When I grew up, I realized that there had to be reasons why the people I fought were fighting me at all, I started to care about the people who before I hadn't given the time of day. When I grew old, all the people I had helped helped me, I still fought, however not physically, I fought for others rights and I used my reputation to convince others to do the same. Now I am on my deathbed and waiting for my end. I am happy because I am in my own bed and not in a hospital. The people who I helped and learned to love did not know that I was dying, if they did they would tell me not to and that would have made this a lot more painful.

Now where am I? What happened to the afterlife and heaven and hell?