One moment, he is driving, the roar of the freeway around him like a pack of tigers, the tires squealing as they melt under the speed, lights whizzing past in the black, a grin on his lips as his heart beats faster, faster, faster, faster.
Then there is black: just blackness, him, and one glowing sign.
“Please approach the sign and wait in an orderly fashion for Charon to be with you,” a voice booms and he realizes that his heart is no longer beating faster, no longer beating at all.
This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Mike Wilson for providing the prompt photo.