They say there’s a light. A brilliant shining at the end. Warm and glowing. Inviting, he said. Like a rebirth. Moving from one life to the next. That is what they say.

Brilliant shining, huh?

That’s what they say.

Who’s they?

Those that have started to go to the other side. Heart attacks, car wrecks, stroke. A life altering event. Taking you just to the brink. And then pulling you back. Letting you see just enough, he told him. It’s called a near death experience. Saw it on some news program. People talked about the warmth they felt. This unconditional love.

The love of who? Jesus? Vishnu? Mohammed? Peter standing at the gate, passing out fliers?

Not sure. They all had the same story. A glowing light. A presence, he sipped his coffee; ate his donut.

I’m not ready to die. Or, almost die.

But doesn’t that comfort you? These stories?

Why did they come back?

Wasn’t their time.

And if they proceeded?

God bless.

I don’t know. Pretty strange.

Do you believe in an afterlife?

I believe I’ll have another donut.