Death is a funny thing.

Not funny in the sense of “ha ha” funny, but it is fairly weird. For instance: there are many different ways to die. You could be impaled (accidentally or otherwise), decapitated (likewise), blown up (you know what? Just whatever example follows, think “accidentally or otherwise”), run over, beaten, poisoned, intoxicated, drowned, electrocuted, burnt…well, you see where I’m going with this. It’s a fairly morbid subject.

Another thing: not many people know what dying feels like.

That’s mostly because all the people who have experienced it aren’t exactly around afterward to describe it. Pretty simple logic, right?

Not in my case.

You see, it all started when—no, that’s a crappy way to start a narrative. How ‘bout this…