When I died the first words I heard were, “Its okay dying happens to all of us. It’s no big deal, get ready for what happens next.”
Looking around there was a lot of mist and a barrel. In the barrel were marbles and then it began spinning. It stopped, and a marble fell to the floor.
“Number 25,” said a voice.
“Get ready,” said another voice into my ear, “You don’t have long.”
“Here are the rules, follow them diligently,” announced the first voice.
I looked at the piece of paper. “Look elegant, ponderous, stand knee deep in water and oh, gorge yourself on the occasional fish.”
When I relax, I can feel something around my feet and then a bite that really hurts.