Excruciating pain in my chest was the last thing I recall. Now I stand, in a hollow shell on a crossroads. Two crossed signs, rested on a pole of white impaled on the ground held the sign. One read life,directing you on dark path, and the other read death, directing you on a path of blinding light. On my right shoulder rested an angel, on the left a skeletal figure in black. They both whispered into my ears, trying to force a decision on the choice that lay in front me.