They lied, you know. There was no "white light", no "warm, calm feeling".
There was only screaming. Screaming and pain.
It burned like a fire through my chest; I wished for anything and everything to save me from this.
But, I'm here now, for whatever reason. They told me it'd be a while until I could go through. They told me there were a few old issues of LIFE magazine to read while I wait.
Hi. I'm Frank Leben. I died last night.
At least I think it was last night.