You died - not painfully, but you did die. Your eyes opened, to a large, almost terrifying man, with a skull for a head. But... His presence was almost... loving?

"Hello my child. You have died, and have two choices. Join me, in the path of the wayfarers, or sit on the boat, and drive on the river of the lost." His ethereal voice rung from him. But, his lips never moved. It was eerie, really.