Death Arrives

I died, which wasn't the important bit. Death appeared, scythe and everything, and whisked me off.

"This is what comes next, everyone processes it differently. But you will be judged by-"

"No."

Death paused, and turned its head to me.

"You say that as if you have a choice."

"I do."

Death sighed and gestured to the infinite void that, i presume, I was supposed to be unable to comprehend.

"Why have you brought this one to us?"

Death's scythe dipped slightly.

"Because-"

"We were not talking to you."

Death turned as I pulled out my switchscythe. Much more convenient.