~An absurd death ~

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When you die, you get one wish - a death wish. Usually people wish for noble things like wealth and happiness for loved ones, or to be remembered fondly. But your wish has Death scratching his skull.
I've always contemplated what was on the other side. What exactly would happen to me, or to anyone for that matter.
So when I opened my eyes to see a tall, slithery like figure standing over me, I was baffled, to say the least. I looked around, trying to discern where I was and how did I get there. I tried to think of the last thing I remembered, but it was all a blur—a mess of noises and faces and... blood? I couldn't remember it right.
I blinked against the whiteness. "What are you? Where am I?"
I couldn't see the... thing's face under the hood. It looked exactly like the way the angel of death was often portrayed. Was that where I was? Afterlife? Did I die? Why couldn't I remember—
"You are dead. You died today while taking your trash out. It was a cold winter morning, and instead of wearing your winter shoes, you only got your slippers. You were just out the door of your building, greeting the first floor's neighbor, when you slipped on the snow and fell headfirst on the stairs. The ambulance came quickly, but not quick enough to save you. You died on your way to the hospital."
It took me a moment to take it in.
So, I did die. A most absurd death.
I couldn't stop the laugh that came out of me. It was such a me thing to die slipping on the stairs and hit my head. It took me a few moments to stop laughing and then gradually start crying.
I couldn't stop thinking about my tombstone.
"Died while taking her trash out. Slipped on the stairs, because she was too lazy to wear boots."
When I was finally done with both laughing and crying, I looked up at the figure standing before me. "What happens now? Do I go to hell? Heaven? I am betting on heaven. I must have made God laugh dying this way. He must appreciate this kind of cosmic joke he played on me, right?"
The figure shook its head. "There is no God. No heaven, nor hell. You died. And now you get one wish. One last wish before you cease to exist."
I have never been a religious person. I never believed in God, but being here, had sparked a hope in me. Maybe, just maybe there was a reason for our existence. Maybe I had been wrong all along, and there was life beyond death.
I shook my head. "What wish?"
"One last wish. Whatever you want."
I snorted. "I wish to be alive again. Or is that off-limits?"

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