“This is it” he said to himself as he floated above his lifeless body and his family gathered around his bed, “I’m dead. I don’t believe it. What do I do now? Where’s the light I’m supposed to head towards?”

Instead of a light, he started seeing golden threads expand out from his still chest. Each thread connected to a family member, then a thousand more threads sprung from them. He saw even more threads expand out and suddenly he was carried upwards (but not really upwards) until he saw not only himself and the threads around his bed – he saw them travel throughout the town, over the countryside and around the world. He saw each person as the thread connected with them. Each person he’d touched, or known or smiled at got a thread, and each person he’d influenced through his actions who he may never have met; they all got threads as well, until there was a golden blanket over the world, bright shining and glorious.

He looked up, said “Thank you” and continued on his journey to whatever comes next.