Death, having settled into the form you perceive him as, gestures towards the rest of the bar. "Now, let's address why you're here."
You find a stool, worn but still holding strong, and dust it off before sitting down. The action feels grounding, oddly reassuring in this surreal setting.
Death shifts slightly, looking almost amused. "It's been ages since I've had a sit-down conversation. You've caught me in a rare moment of rest."
You take a deep breath, the reality of your situation starting to sink in. Death, the end of the line, is right in front of you. And yet, here you are, sitting and talking as if this is just another ordinary day.