Death

This is how I imagine death...
Fear and pain circle you until shock numbs all your senses. A dark, hooded shadow blocks all light out. Suddenly flames burst at your feet, turning your legs into charcoal. The flames burn the rest of your skin, and start to burn into your soul. Before those tongue reach inside you, a wave of calm flushes them out, out of your body, from your soul. Those waves surround you in the purest liquid. Stones of sin tear away at the charcoal. The larger, smoother stones are the greater sins, and the tiny grains of sand are the good deeds that you've done. The smooth stones only hurt you, pressing the burns into your unburned flesh, but the good deeds, the tiny grains of sand, tear away at the charcoal. Soon you are all flesh, no burns. Through the water you see a bright light. A garment of pure white drifts down to you. After putting it on, it draws you to the surface. Arriving on land, you see a bird flying toward you, it's golden wings glint in the light. In its beak are what looks like two feathers. The bird glides past your feet and drops the feathers. Those grow into great, mighty wings of silver. They lift themselves and attach to your back. The rest, you have to dream up yourself...