It was hard to breath as I felt the worms crawling in the dirt against my back, squirming down towards my tailbone like droplets of condensation falling down the side of a cold glass of water. Anxiety starts sinking in and my loved ones stand above me, in black, their tears fall like the dirt shoveled onto my face, leaving me with nothing but suffocation, regret, and an overwhelming knowing that this is it, this is the end.