The End

The End Sign Picture

They had warned me about near death experiences, that unreliable meltdown of the mind that floods the conscious with illusory images and non-existent realities, but what surprised me as I watched my life flash before me was how lucid I was. I watched as the scenes raced by, slowly fading, to be replaced by a misty vision of me lying on the operating table with a message taped to my chest in 42pt Helvetica which read: “Dying to get out of here.”

Slowly I rose into the darkness, the scene fading gradually, and turning to see where I was headed, saw a light, dim and distant, but then, slowly drawing nearer: a sign, four letters emblazoned in welcoming 82pt Blambot Comic…


“EXIT”.

There was nothing after that.