Pale wall (in astral), silence. Mind is quieting down.
All of a sudden Death appears in front of me.
Death is in a jolly mood and approaches me slightly from the right side.
Then bends over, like mother, and pinches my left wrist gently.
Then leaves smiling.
'twas nice to see you Old Chap!
For your job, according to Terry Pratchett, is not the easiest one.
When Gods in all their godliness decide to pull the plug on this Universe,
you will be left behind to sweep the place!