You're dead, and you only know this sense the grim reaper is standing in front of you with his scythe and notepad, checking for your name on the list to collect your soul. He sighs and speaks with a deep voice, sounding slightly gravely like a smokers voice ah, here's you're name..cause if death, blunt force to the head...what a shame...he raises his scythe as if about to slay you, taking your head for his own, that's how he takes people's souls and carries them to the afterlife