[ WP ] You die and go to heaven only to be told you have `` unfinished business '' and are sent back to the moment 10 minutes before your fatal heart attack to finish it . You have no idea what this `` business '' is .

There I was again, sitting on the toilet playing games on my phone. 
 
 *What the hell was my unfinished business? * I put the phone away, wiped my ass, and exited the stall. Then I pulled my pants up. 
 
 I racked my brain trying to think of any loose ends. I was n't in a relationship, things were good with my parents and siblings, I had just had a great night out with my best friends. I felt my relationships were in order. 
 
 I stumbled into the hall and made my way toward the elevator bank. *How about my bucket list? * There really was n't anything on there I could get done in ten minutes. Not unless Haley's comet decided to come early. 
 
 I hit the button for the elevator and began to pace back and forth. 
 
 `` What's up with you?'' 
 
 I turned to see Claire, a coworker I'd always found to be attractive. I did n't have a crush on her or anything though. So that probably was n't my unfinished business. 
 
 `` Not much, just grabbing a early lunch,'' I lied, needlessly. 
 
 `` All right, see you later then!'' She said gleefully. 
 
 `` See ya! I think you are a babe by the way.'' I responded with a sly grin on my face, why the hell not right? 
 
 She stood there puzzled but flattered as I stepped into the elevator. *Is it a love life thing? * I looked back into my past again, thinking about all my flings and hookups. There just was n't anything there. I found that kind of strange actually. I think most people probably have a few `` What-Ifs'' when it comes to that stuff. 
 
 `` Hey hold the door please!'' 
 
 I peeked out as the door began to close to the see the intern jogging for the door. I stuck my arm through the door to keep it open. He'd started work the week before and I was n't paying attention when he was introduced to me. I never really cared too much to get his name. I figured I might as well, there was nothing better to do on the ride down. 
 
 `` Hey, I'm really sorry man, but I forgot your name,'' I said sticking out my hand. 
 
 `` No problem! It's Yannick,... Yannick,'' he shook my hand. 
 
 We have same name, the same fairly uncommon name. I'm such an asshole. The doors dinged for the ground level. I motioned for him to depart first but he just smiled and pointed down. 
 
 `` Well nice meeting you properly Yannick!'' I said happily and earnestly. 
 
 `` Same to you man!'' He said as the doors closed. 
 
 I turned to the front doors. It was actually a beautiful day. I walked outside, and took off in a random direction. 
 
 *Is this some sort of religious thing? * I had n't been to church since I was a child. I briefly considered going for a quick baptism but I did n't think I'd have time for that. 
 
 I looked down at my watch. *Damn. * There were only three minutes left. I looked around. *Where would be a nice place to die? * 
 
 I settled on the park. It was only a block away from my office building. It really was so beautiful that day. Though maybe I'm being a little sentimental because it was *my* death day. 
 
 I walked through the park, my hands comfortably in my pockets and a goofy smile on my face. I listened to the children laugh and scream. That's when it hit me, **the children! ** I ca n't let those poor kids see a man drop dead in front of them. There were two minutes left 
 
 I began to run. People must have thought I was crazy. A middle aged businessman in a suit running as fast as he could through a park at eleven in the morning. 
 
 I could feel my whole body coarsing with life. I loosened my tie and took it off. *They can get me a new one for the funeral. * I ripped off my blazer, giving it a spin before throwing it. I ran up the hill towards the arboretum. 
 
 I was smiling ear to ear and I just kept running. As I ran my life began to flash before my eyes. I saw the dead deer in the woods from when I was ten, I saw Stacey Peterson's tits, I saw my birdie on hole 7 at Highland Oaks. 
 
 I ran into a meadow, I was alone now. I kicked my shoes off and whipped off my belt. There it was! A grassy spot beneath a willow tree. 
 
 I slowed down and walked to just the right little patch of grass. I laid on my back like a starfish. I clutched the grass with my hand and feet, I did n't realize grass felt this great. I breathed in through my nose, it all smelled beautiful. The grasses, the flowers, and even the little twinge of pollution. I took one last look at the world as sun rays beat down through the branches of the willow tree and landed gently on my cheeks. I closed my eyes. 
 
 Then I died. 
 

