I'll probably start the dying process thinking about how much it hurt to get to that point. I'll come to, tied to a bed....looking around at my dismemberment and blood on the walls...some crazy woman cooking my cock on the stove in probably some anaseed flavoured solution (because she'd know how much I hate anaseed) ready to force feed it to me
probably have multiple stab wounds...bruising, a plastic bag tied onto my head
yeah it should be pretty sweet!
Lordy, someone has a very guilty conscience.
Upon my imminent "passing over" I see ominous, swirling black clouds darkening the skies, like out of a painting by one of the Flemish masters. Then, streaks of lightning, angry waves crashing against rocky shores, a sudden blinding snow storm thundering its way across the desolate north. At the moment my last breath warms my ruby lips, a sudden calm will envelope the earth and a god's finger ray of sunlight will reach down for me, guiding my ascension into the heavens. I, barefoot, clad only in a diaphanous white shift, my pre-raphealite blonde tresses tied loosely down my back, and the strains of O Fortuna echoing all around me in the backround...
