There's this moment when you die. This final sliver of time when the Grim Reaper comes to lead you through to the other side. When you are bathed in the glee he exudes at introducing another soul to his cold, dark world, and you have a split second of complete and utter fear at what lies ahead. Fear of the afterlife you have no control over. Fear of the Reaper. But not all deaths end the same way. And the Reaper isn't who you think he is. This is the story of how I died...and how Death himself brought me back to life. ***