After you died from a violent explosion, your soul was transported to S^n, you woke up and fell out of the chair you were sat in, somewhat disoriented. In the room you were in, you saw someone else with you, some kind of pinwheel guy.

Jeez, that's one way to show me your back, He walked from his desk over to you and stood you up Alright dude, you're fine now. Have a seat over there and wait for your recovery. It shouldn't be too long. They walked back to their desk and started typing in your "date of death", as they were saying it to themselves out loud.