Despite the puppy wriggling in your lap and your confidence in chess, you find yourself losing. Death manages to snatch your rooks, knights, almost all of your pawns, one of your bishops, and (as you gulp) your Queen. He moves his pieces on all sides (you only managed to get one rook), surrounding your King. "Checkmate." He says simply, leaning back in his chair and smiling.
All the color drains from your face. Looks like you're time has come. "Here, give me the puppy." Death says. Sighing, you pet it one last time before he disguises himself as a young woman and walks over to a little girl playing on a hill nearby. Death hands her the puppy and you watch sadly as the girl's face lights up and she laughs, tumbling in the grass with it. Death returns, changes back to his black cloaked form, and sighs himself. "You made a valiant effort." He says sadly. "Come on, stand up. Let's get this over with. I always hate this part." He taps on the ground three times with his scythe.
A crack appears in the ground, mist swirling from it. It widens into a hole of unfathomable blackness, white mist spilling over the edge and floating between your shoes. Death sees you take a step back and waves his hand. "Don't try to run away. You don't want to know what I do to get the runners to come back." Nodding, you stop and stand on the edge of the black pit. Death takes his place behind you and sighs. "Enjoy your last look of the world." You take it all in: the girl playing with the puppy, a young couple strolling past, the trees in the bright sunlight, birds chirping, and woman walking by with a cat in a carrying case.
Without warning, Death shoves you from behind. You stumble for a moment and fall into the blackness. So this is death. Cold air rushes past you as you get nearer and nearer to the bright light at the bottom. It gets closer and closer. You close your eyes and wait for your entry into the afterlife...
BAM!
The wind is knocked out of you as you hit something all of sudden. You open your eyes and notice the bright light ten feet below you. Why did you stop? You realize you're laying on a silvery net suspended over the light, and it's shining in the gloom. Obviously, the big guy upstairs isn't ready for you to die yet.