The Moonlands

Pearl Pangolins don't die, they just go to the moon. An endless afterlife-metropolis on the surface, to be specific. That is the moonlands, a fairly "neutral" afterlife that is largely akin to a second, less-stressful life. When a Pangolin's body dies, their soul manifests as a new Pangolin walking through the entry gates of the moonlands. This opens into the Plaza of Judgment- which is basically where you arrive, talk to representatives, and figure out where you belong within the sprawling city. 
The city is always expanding outwards, downwards, and upwards. New residents can design their new homes as they please (though there is often peer pressure involved) and have an endless source of spirit food and water. If they stop eating and drinking, they simply enter a comatose state of stasis rather than starve. Pain and discomfort itself doesn't feel real here and death is impermanent, so there isn't much to be afraid of even in the worse parts of town. It isn't a perfect existence, but it isn't a boring one- there's a lot of unhinged pangolin antics that these eternal souls get up to.

Geography

There are several main regions of the Moonlands:
The Underworld is a massive underground network of apartments and houses directly underneath Judgment Plaza. This is classic city living for hundreds of millions of retired pangolins, with little shops, artisans, and the like. Some of these neighborhoods are terrorized by hooligans, while others operate little neighborhood communes and watches.
The Topias are massive, carefully regulated palatial kingdoms that sprawl across the surface, building upwards in ways that defy gravity. Each is modeled after a specific Pangolin nation or state, to glorify the power structures that existed in life and perpetuate them in death. Military police is common here, and mock wars are often conducted to determine which is the strongest.
The Moonflats are basically rural Moonland territory, where hermits and communes set up shop farming termites- the rural fantasy counterpart to the Underworld.
Next to (and the greatest menace to) The Moonflats are the Scarred Wastes. Bands of incredibly bored, unhinged Pangolins work overtime to brew intoxicants, do extreme murder sports, and cause whatever chaos they need to feel anything. Empathy, reason, and connection do not exist here anymore.

Alternative Name(s)

Pangoland, Moon Heaven

Type

Dimensional plane

Owner/Ruler

The Chimera