Waiting Room — Mario V. Farina

I found myself suddenly seated on a couch in a huge carpeted room. How I had gotten there was unknown to me. I and my family had been watching a parade when I was suddenly transported to this room. It seemed to be a waiting room. But for what? Finally, I found myself speaking to an individual who introduced himself to me as Mr. Jameson. He told me I had been killed. This story gives details.