[ WP ] Death comes to you when you are on your deathbed and you discover he 's actually a very nice Canadian guy .

I awoke, all I saw were two blue curtains and a white ceiling. There was a thin beeping sound pervading the air. I looked to my right, and saw something that did n't make sense. Right next to my bed, there was a person wearing blue jeans and flannel, writing on a clipboard. 
 
 `` Hey there buddy'', he said. `` Just let me know when your ready to go.'' 
 
 `` Huh, what?'' Was all I could manage. I could barely move my lips. My skin felt so heavy. As though I was laying on myself. 
 
 `` You're dead, buddy.'' he claimed, smiling warmly at me and setting down the clipboard. I'm here to lead you to the other side.'' He held a hand out, as though to assist me. 
 
 As I tried to stand, I found I could n't move more than a mere twitch in many direction. I pushed as hard as I could, but I could n't get out of that shaky metal bed. `` What's wrong with me?'' I whispered to myself. 
 
 `` You'll soul is still trapped inside your body,'' he explained. `` You must've been in here for a long time. Here, I'll help you out.'' He reached towards me, but he did n't exactly touch me. It was as though his fingers passed through mine, I was being pulled out of myself. The world felt so much lighter now, like I was floating. `` There you go, feeling better?'' 
 
 I turned to him quickly. I nodded, unnerved. `` Whenever your ready'' he said, clasping his hands, waiting for me to lead the way. I took a half step forward, and turned back to him, `` The other side'' I inquired `` what's it like?'' 
 
 He gave me a reassuring look, `` It's peace, friend.'' 
 
 I stepped forward, and the world flashed with white light. 
 
 I was gone. 
 
 
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 Authors's Note: Context for quality, I am anything from sober and this is my first prompt response. So I hope it's decent.
