God, imagine growing old, laying on an uncomfortable bed in some run-down retirement home. It's night and you look around your dark room and sigh. You know it's time. So you close your eyes and take a deep breath before you take one last look and all you see is this entity standing over you, his hand reaching towards you, his glowing eyes curling as if a cruel smile is stretching over his black face. And then everything blurs and goes dark. And you're dead.