At Death's Door

>Realize the puddle of blood under your head is in fact a fancy ethnic hat.

Also your eyes are just that way.

>Time to make breakfast

>Proceed with your earthly ways.

You exit out of the kitchen to do you earthly business only to find your dead body spread out right by the stairs. 
You gasp in shock. You are not sure what to do. The sight of your stiff, soon-to-be-rotting corpse right before you causes you to freeze. It is clear to you.

You are dead. Although you think you already knew that.

You flee up the stairs to get as far away as possible from that disturbing image, although, running out of the house would have problem made more sense.
You take the moment to calm down and gather your mind. However, your before your train of thought can even leave the station, you hear some loud rustling and a few jumbled words from the room in front of you.

Whoever in there sounds to be in a panic, much more so than you just were.

You briefly ponder the consequences of being dead. Being outside of you dead body must mean you are a ghost.
And one of the benefits of being a ghost is having a non-corporeal body.




Before you can test your new spectral powers, you are interrupted by a deep voice behind you that says to excuse them.

Naturally, you are a little more than surprised.

You are not ready to accept that you are dead and, instead, try to flee the cloaked figure blocking the stairway.
But you are unable to move! It seems as though the cloaked figure is holding you place, stopping your last means of escape.

The figure gives out an annoyed sigh, and asks you to calm down.

You calm down and the figure releases you. You immediately challenge him to a game of checkers. If you win, you get to keep your life. If you lose, your life is his.

He refuses. He says he does not have time for games as he is already running late. Even if he did want to play, he does not possess the power to revive you.

You proceed to rant about how dead you are, more dead than any dead thing has been dead, dead or alive.
You're insanity levels begin to rise rapidly. 




The figure quickly becomes annoyed and tells you that if you don't behave, he will send you to Hell personally.
You decide to calm down.

The figure says he needs to check everything is in order before he proceeds.
You ask, before we proceed?
Yes, he says. There's a lot of formalities that come with the job, he explains. He just needs one more thing.
You ask what is it?

What is your name?

> Fancyhat Jones.

The figure says that everything is in order now. You breathe a sigh of relief, whatever he means by that.

The mysterious figure introduces himself as Death.

You are less than shocked to uncover this information, given the much larger revelation of your own death you made just a few minutes ago.



Death tells you to come with him as your time in the living world has come to an end.

There is a monotony in his voice, with a hint of frustration, almost as if he sounds he is reciting lines like the cashier telling you to have a nice day.