Darkness surrounds me and my mind is at peace. So this is death? Huh… After living for 87 years I finally died and the cause of death was truck-san…lol… This joke never gets old even after death. I’ll tell it to my wife when I meet her in heaven. It’s been 46 years since the last time I saw her. I wonder if she is as pretty as I remember her?
After she died from cancer I really had a tough life. Raising the children and filling the empty place of their mother for them. But finally I can go and meet her. I wanna tell her everything that happened since she left, and I want to listen to what she’s done since then.
But honestly I’m really worried about my grandchildren. One of them only thinks about girls and not his studies, while the other one plays games 24/7 and never thinks about having a boyfriend for her future.
I left enough money for them to live a very good life but people can’t appreciate something that they don’t work for.
Sigh…
I hope their parents do something about that. But since I can’t it’s none of my business anymore.
While pondering these things I feel some kind of movement. From what I know dead people shouldn’t feel anything because they don’t have a body to feel with it, so why do I feel like something is moving around me?
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After sometime the movement stops, but shortly after that I find myself being pushed down. I try to resist by wiggling my legs and hands, but it seems to make everything accelerate.
WAIT A SECOND. I have hands and feet? Before I could do anything I get pushed out of the place I was in and everything becomes bright. So I close my eyes and try to take a breath but the pain is unbearable.
Did I go to the hell? But I was a good person in my life and didn’t do anything bad… At least I didn’t think my actions were bad… maybe a little…
Anyway while I was in my own world and trying to run away from reality someone picked me up… erm… he/she must be pretty big and strong to pick up an adult man.
Then I hear some kind of murmur… After some time the voices I hear become clearer but I don’t understand what they are saying. It seems a woman and a man are talking but I can’t decipher their words. It must be a devil’s language.
When the light gets a little better I try to open my eyes before a giant man picks me up. On the ground a woman lays beside him. There are some other people in the room and all of them have joyful expressions. I try to look around and find the room is decorated with expensive things and people wearing old fashioned clothes. They really should change their taste. Nobody wears those kind of things in this age. After I come back to reality from my failed attempt to escape it I could only say one thing.
“Abou da~”
People in the room get more noisy… Fuck it.