Samuel shook his head with a smile and crossed the room. He took a firm grip on the knife handle and with a satisfying squelch, removed it from Johnny's eye. There was no blood on the blade, it was dry to the touch, and Johnny's vision was clear.
"So I'm dead. Huh," he said with the calm that precedes hysterical panic.
"Indeed," said Samuel "And,I believe, the afterlife will see you now."
The room began to fade out, warping and pulling, the colors marbling and rearranging themselves to a busy city intersection.
"Dude! Hey!" Johnny screamed, noticing through his rising alarm the absence of vibration where his vocal cords should be. "How did I die?"
A few passersby turned their heads unconcernedly. No answer came; there certainly was no more paneled room, no more Samuel. Everything looked as normal as a sunny city day can, but this was emphatically, dreadfully not the world he knew.