There he stood in the cold, waiting for the light of God to fall upon him
and take him to the heavens to discover what some claim to have already seen.
He waits under the cold knife of a table, a gun shot wound threatens to take
his short life from his body and put his soul into the hands of a man who was
with him for all of his life.

    He dreams.  Dreams about his wife, his children.  The worry of what will
happen to them when he is gone.  How they will support their lives.

    He doesn't want to die.  He fears what could be hell, he fears that he might
not live to see another life.  He fears when it is over, it will just be black
and he will never see the light of day ever again.

    He dreams further.  The dream is now about his future.  The future beholds
to him something that could be called unrealistic.  He doesn't know what is the
future and what is the past.  He dreams as if he was there, but he isn't.  He
doesn't know where in life he is, but he still tries to find a destination that
some might call insane.

    He starts to lose his mind.  He is looking for another way out.  He wants
to just go and get the pain over with.  He can feel the cold edge of a knife
and see a dozen strangers stand over him.  He doesn't know where his future
lies, but he sees it distant.  He is now frightened.  The future is now a very
distant thought, he worries and concentrates on the pain.  He doesn't know what
to do.

    The lights start to dim.  He tries to hold onto his body, but his soul is
trying to leave.  To where?  Unknown.  Why?  God knows.  When?  Soon.

    The lights change.  Something new is in front of him.  The true and the
only Undiscovered Country.  A entity extends it's hand and says:

    "Welcome to the true reality, the reality of the real life."

    RiP - To a few recent friends, who know what does happen when you die

    MistaWho - May whatever your god may be with you