It came as a great shock when I realized I was dead! Being dead was not, I repeat, was not what I wanted out of life. And, as we all know, I did not get a choice in the matter. I did eventually move on, and I say eventually because I'm not sure how long I was in the tunnel or how long I stared, peeked actually, at the light. All I know is that eventually I saw the light getting brighter and I entered not knowing whether I actually had a choice or not. Boy was I surprised! No angels, no singing choir, no relatives; at least none that I know at the time. And while it was initially frightening, it became quiet and comfortable and warm after the screaming stopped. Actually, it became quiet once I stopped screaming! All babies cry when they are born, but I came out screaming! Is there an afterlife? If so, how do we experience it? Are accounts of living multiple lives over and over true? Maybe! Here is one person’s experience and how he approached his fate.
While the premise was creative and thought provoking, the formatting proved to be too distracting for me personally. I highly recommend his other works, such as Spice.