Ah, I took it as being dead. Well, if xxxsarahxxx (is that pronounced with one retch or two?) wants to know about how dying feels, I think a little more definition is required. I feel some Dorothy Parker coming on...
I imagine one has a brief opportunity to say goodbye to weeping/smiling people, and is then summoned toward a great white doorway which opens to reveal Davina, who leads one past baying crowds and paparazzi, to ask a series of just-off-the-mark questions and show a slightly-cheesy montage of one's 'best bits'.
