[ WP ] When someone dies , they are visited by an avatar of Death , a personification of the means of death . You are about to die in a very stupid way .

`` Come on, man, it's the Fourth of July! This is a day for partying, do something crazy!'' 
 
 I stumbled into the tall grass of Frank's backyard toward his shed. I'd had a few too many beers, and the world spun around me as I struggled to keep my balance. `` A'ight, watch this. This is gon na be awesome, seriously, watch.'' 
 
 I swung open the shed door, and looming in my path was none other than the Grim Reaper himself. 
 
 I screamed. `` Frank! Frank, do you see this? D'you see the skeleton guy- *Frank! *'' 
 
 `` Go in the shed, dude. I wan na see what you're gon na do.'' Frank did n't see him. He had come for me alone. 
 
 He was n't quite how I'd expected. His menace was diminished somewhat by the empty beer can in his hand, and the way he teetered drunkenly from side to side. His pelvis was shattered into dozens of bone shards, hanging in the air around him like moons around their parent planet. In the middle of them all, I saw the charred remains of a Fourth of July firework. 
 
 I cringed at the fate that lay before me, and folded my hands together protectively over my ass. `` Hey, Frank? Frank, I think I do n't wan na do the thing anymore. I'm not gon na do it.'' 
 
 Frank groaned. `` Aw, *seriously? * Do it, dude! C'mon, do it, I wan na see what you were gon na do!'' 
 
 Death spoke, his deep, booming voice impeded by a heavy slur. `` Yeah, man. You should do it, it's gon na be awesome.'' He suppressed a belch. 
 
 I sighed, accepting my ultimate demise. Death bumped into me as I stepped forward, not quite sure which direction to move to get out of my way. I pushed past him, and he stumbled and tried to lean against the door. I staggered solemnly into the dark shed, knowing the next firework I lit would be my last.
