Ever just walk down the street straight into a falling rock?  I mean, oddly specific question, I know. You would have to be stoned to ask it out of the blue.  But, for you see, I was just strolling down the sidewalk, minding my own heckin business, when a rock came hurtling out of the sky and nailed me right in the back.  So here I lay, paralyzed from the waist down and bleeding out, talking to myself. At least, that’s what I think I’m doing. Shock is weird like that, ya know? It would also explain why I feel so damn tired right now.  So tired. Looks like someone called the cops. I look over at the rock, several feet away; it appears red and metallic. Holy shit. I got nailed by a space rock at terminal velocity. What are the chances of that? Using my barely functioning arms I roll over and look at the sky.  That guy that called the cops earlier is kneeling next to me, telling me I’m gonna be alright. I know he’s lying, trying to make me feel better before I go. I smile back, trying to reassure him that he reassured me. I feel my eyes droop. My heart rate is very rapidly declining, and I feel more exhausted then I have ever felt before.  “Frick you, Space Rock” I say as my eyes slowly close for the last time on Earth.

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I’m adrift in a sea of darkness.  Everything is at peace here. Surprisingly, I’m still capable of thought.  Given my brain should no longer be working, logic would dictate that thinking would not be possible.  But here I am, thinking away. Guess there is a soul. Or something like that. Hopefully. Maybe it’s just a hallucination, the slow loss of oxygen putting my brain into safe mode.  Funnily enough, I don’t feel much in the way of existential dread. I feel little at all in fact. Just peace, and the slow, barely perceptible fading of my thoughts. Completely calm as I deteriorate into oblivion.  So there is nothing? I guess that there is not too much wrong with that. Suddenly, the peace fractures. A hand of white light rends through a hole in space and gropes through the darkness, grabbing me. I finally take notice of what I am, a ghastly ball of flame drifting through space.  I feel as though I am being drawn through a siphon. I slam into a floor. Everything is still dark, but my flaming visage is no longer present. What is happening? I guess there’s only one way to find out. “NANI!?” I question the abyss. Silence. Huh, well I guess that answers tha- .  “Omae wa mo shindeiru” A calm voice replies in the darkness.  "NAAAANIIIII!!!"