That's Where The Bear Attacked

Perhaps there is a light that guides you through the gates of death; that light is warming and friendly, accompanying you like a friend as you pass quietly through the gate into a green pasture fragrant after a Spring shower. And you keep walking calmly and joyfully with no need to look back. There is no flood of lights nor great voices, no trauma or pain, nothing that shocks you senses or makes you sad, just the feeling of relief from the drama of life.