[ WP ] You die in a tragic accident . While sitting on a bench in purgatory , Mr/Mrs.Death approaches you and says , `` Pick a game , any game , and if you are the victor , I 'll send you back to the day before the accident . ''

All the stories about Death, you know who came closest? Two sources. The Navajo and Neil Gaiman. Death has a sense of humor. And he talks in all caps. 
 
 When you die, the time between is n't instantaneous. Was your leg broken? You feel it heal. You have time to test it out before you arrive at Death's door. He wants you in tip top shape, after all. 
 
 Death is an equal opportunist. 
 
 He likes options. Wants you to have them. 
 
 His system was really broken, before me. We played backgammon four times before he made the rule that you could n't play the same game more than once. 
 
 `` I TORE THE SOUL FROM THE ONE WHO CREATED THIS GAME. PREPARE TO ENTER THE WORLD BEYOND.'' 
 
 `` Maybe next time, D-man. I win this one.'' 
 
 I say he has a sense of humor because he honestly seemed surprised when he saw me again the next day. *Cmon, Death. You knew I would n't be long. * 
 
 You know what else is a funny thing, besides Death? Hubris. Destroying one of the conceptually oldest things in the universe at Go Fish is enough to make anybody feel unstoppable. 
 
 But that's where the Navajo got it right. Death does n't lose. Not if he does n't want to. 
 
 One time, he asked me, `` WHEN WILL I STOP SEEING YOU HERE?'' 
 
 *Never. * Here, my legs work again. I feel my face and the scars are gone. I do n't have to remember that Cynthia is dead because of me... because I'm dead now too. 
 
 Some people think Hell is a place. I heard once that Hell is what you make it. I've always considered myself to have depth, you know? Be an intricate person. 
 
 I guess it makes sense that my version of Hell would be pretty intricate, too.
