[ WP ] You die , and it 's exactly as you feared . You can still see everything .

Okay, no lights. No sounds. It's cold. Why is it so cold? I ca n't move. What's that? I can hear mumbling as if underwater. Light starts to show. A rolling noise now. I can see light but something is over my eyes. Suddenly, someone pulls the sheet of my face. `` Jesus Christ!'' I see a woman scream as she jumps back from me. 
 
 A man on the other side apologizes, `` Sorry, sometimes the eyes open on their own.'' He reaches for me fingers look like big sausage links as he points them at my eyes like he's about to three stooge me. I try to scream to stop him from poking out my eyes but he gently pulls my eyelids down. Now I can hear them still talking but I ca n't see anything. `` Sorry, for the fright but do you recognize this man?'' 
 
 `` No, No, I have never seen him before. I just thought he might be my son. At least some closure would've let me move on.'' She cries as I am slid back into the cold air. 
 
 I can hear the rumbling of the wheels as I go back into the cold. I remember fragments. This has happened before. All of a sudden it flashes before me again. I ca n't remember the pain. The feeling. I must have been numb or blocked it for some reason. But the feelings, the sounds... oh the sounds were the worst. I could remember when they put the embalming fluid in me how cold it was flowing through my veins. The sound of the bone saw and the worst part, the sound of my own breast plate being split and pried open. Crack then a stretching creak of my own flesh and bones. The man who did it to me did n't even look unsettled. I think it best to forget... and I fade away. 
 
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 Okay, no lights. No sounds. It's cold. Why is it so cold? I ca n't move. What's that? I can hear mumbling as if underwater. Light starts to show. A rolling noise now. I can see light but something is over my eyes. 
 
 `` I'm sorry kid. We tried to find out who you were but it's over now.'' I still ca n't see but the voice sounds familiar. I feel someones hands moving me. My bare skin touches another metal surface. This one feels slightly warmer. `` I know it's not much, a John Doe funeral but for what its worth. At least you're in a better place.'' 
 
 I try to scream out, `` I'm not in a better place! I'm right here! What are you doing to me?! STOP!'' Nothing comes out. My mouth does n't move. The sheet is pulled off of me. All I see is the ceiling lights. I am moving. There is a low ceiling black, coated with some soot or something. It's hot. I am hot, I'm BURNING!'' The flames rise up around me and I can feel it all! `` STOP! I'M IN HERE! STOP! PLEASE!'' I ca n't move the fire is burning my flesh and I ca n't move. I go numb. I burn for a while and can start to see the sides of the furnace as my eye droops to the side. I ca n't handle it anymore. 
 
 I think it best to forget... and I fade away. 

