your vision flashes white for nearly a minute before clearing slowly. You see a man dressed in a black cloak, pulled down to hide his eyes. “I am The Grim Reaper. You can call me anything really; I do not care. As for you, you are dead, standing over your own body.” says in a montone voice, he holds a tablet, ignoring you completely. Many people had predicted death would be somber... intimidating, scary, comforting.. but this figure infront of you was just seemingly emotionless,