This little story is for @b_rog0810's Unleashed Prompt Contest. I hope you will enjoy it, it was fun to write it <3

Did you also think when you die you would see angels and be taken to beautiful garden? Yeah, me too. But it's not like I was eager to depart, nothing like that. Who would want to die in their twenties? My whole life was in front of me!

However, fate had a different idea. I was just driving back to my apartment when I got hit by a drunk idiot. I couldn't remember much after that. It must have been quick and quite painless.

But back to the main topic. The thing was, there wasn't any garden or blond angels, hey, there weren't any angels at all. Just death and by death, I mean death with capital D like in Dic... Ehm, I mean Distinguished person. I swore the Death in front of me lifted an eyebrow which was funny since he was a skeleton in a black cloak.

A long sigh escaped through his never disappearing smile. He impatiently tapped with his bony fingers against his arms. "So, let's sum it up," he said in a deep voice, and he tilted his head. "You tried fishes, cat, a loving boyfriend, loan, ill mother and father, too young sibling..."

The figure was lifting his fingers counting my long list of excuses why I should be left alive. "The last episode of your favorite soap opera airing the next day, free comic-book day in two weeks, dirty clothes waiting for washing machine, and you are sure you have left the stove on." Here Death giggled.

He mumbled the rest of it before noting, "Too bad, I have heard all of it before." He reached to the scythe he had on his back, swinging with it. "You already mentioned one hundred reasons, and normally I would cut you from the living world." His head nodded toward a swirling portal to the world of the living, showing me my body in the hospital.

It was a weird feeling... I guess. I mean, I was seeing myself every day in the mirror, and I never felt weird about it. Oh, wait, was my nose always so crooked? And do I seriously have an acné on my forehead? How come I never noticed it? I must be turning crazy. I was worrying more about my acné than life.
The Death continued, "But for the classic excuse with the stove, I'll give you one more chance."

Now, this was it! My final chance to make a miraculous comeback. I might get into newspapers too, especially if the traffic accident was a big one. Nah, what was I thinking? Why was I getting such stupid ideas?

It must be the pressure! Yeah, that's it. It was turning me crazy! Then again, I wonder if I would remember something from this if I would make it alive. Emphasis on the world would. Seriously, this was turning weird. The funniest thing was, I didn't really feel stressed out. I would guess I was kind of calm despite my hopeless situation.

"I'm waiting," the death reminded me with a bored voice, his finger was tapping against the handle of the scythe.
I had looked deep into his eyes... sockets, to be exact and spoke the words that came to my mind without thinking.

A year later, I was walking down a street. It was hot summer, and the ice-cream was the best thing for cooling down. I had broken up with my boyfriend, and my parents were okay, given they were dead for about three years. I wonder if they had met Death too. Maybe I should have asked him about them. And yes, I didn't make it into newspapers if anyone of you was interested.

I yawned, and suddenly with the sound of screeching tires, I was hit.

"Hello," greeted me Death with his big smile.

I squinted at him, nodding. "Yo, long time no see, huh?" I added.

"So?" he started.
I leaned my head a bit back before answering with a question, "Want an ice-cream?" I offered him the rest I had in my hand. It seemed the items you had at the time of your death were transported with you.

"Yay!" he screamed like a small child, tasting it. His cheeks turned red, and I could swear his eyes were ajar with delight.

I was watching him, and a small smile formed on my face. I wonder if my reason for staying alive was a good one. But hey, it was logical, you could die only once, so that meant I wouldn't be able to see him again without coming back to life.

"Do you want to see the new hot springs we have got in Hell?" Death asked once he munched the cone.

"Why not," I answered and together we had ventured into the land of the other side.