So then that was suppose to be it? Curious, you don't exactly feel dead.. Probably just in shock, wait, can a ghost be in shock? Eh. Everything is rushing and yet I don't look like I'm leaving anything behind, almost as if this was really only the beginning to everything I seem to have forgotten about.
Hah, all this time, Death was nothing but a Hoax.
A state change like that of ice to liquid, spread out among a billion galaxies, how strange you feel now, like it's hard to believe you spent so very long trapped down there on Earth, it's finally time to kick back and soak in a hundred thousand lives long since absent from your mind. A flood of worlds and a host of new possibilities just waiting around each and every burning star, blinking behind your ethereal eyes are the beginnings of an impossible host of infinite existences, each one of them already happening, each one of them having happened long long ago, each one of them a memory and a future, colliding in your being like harmless thoughts.
Experiences that make up the whole, a life, a soul, you, the great magician on the stage before Death; the most magnificent of universal Hoaxes. It's not a lie, simply the most elaborate illusion ever preformed, and you're always behind the curtain feeling smug when you forget just how impressive it always is.