So This Is Death

by Opium Crosshairs

In the afterlife, all someone has to do is think, right?

So this is death.

Funny, I'd thought it would be different.

Of course, no one can exactly describe it properly in books, y'know? They haven't experienced it at all, or why would they be writing a book?

Anyway, it's always described as a black/white void, or a giant tunnel, depending, I think, on whether you make it into Heaven or Hell.

I never read anything that described it like this. Everything around me is purple, and kinda soft, like feathers. The purple is nice too, a sort of violet colour. It smells nice, like rainwater.

Of course, I don't exactly know if I'm breathing right now. I've lost track of the little details.

Speaking of breathing, how can you feel pain in Hell if you aren't alive? That was the one thing that didn't make sense to me. And if, like Remus always said, it was a mental thing, then does that mean you aren't brain-dead?

Oh well. I think I'll just sit back and relax. A guy needs a bit of a break sometimes anyway, right?

So if this is death, or limbo, or purgatory, I might as well enjoy it.

After all, it isn't every day a guy gets to die.