The man gestures for you to follow, he is tall, possibly 8 feet tall. His long cloak drags across the floor, he wears a pumpkin over his head. He doesn’t speak a word, but it’s clear he intends for you to follow. The blade of his scythe scrapes against the floor while walking, the area around you two is covered in dark fog; there is nothing around you can see…no light at the end…just a dark, soft pathway you walk down with this man…perhaps he is death? Perhaps he is your guide? You don’t know…all you know is you’re dead, and that you’re walking with this strange man. The air is fresh…though its a little cold, it’s a nice chill….like a breeze of wind on a perfect sunny day.