A Meeting With Death

His eyes opened slowly, ever so slowly, as if he had been asleep for a long time, and he rubbed them in an attempt to clear away the fog of the dream world. With the last vestiges of sleep cleaned from his eyes he looked around, and flinched, startled by his surroundings. Why, he thought, why am I here of all places? Am I not dead? If so, is this my hell, personally crafted by some evil demon to torment me for all eternity?