Angie Fenimore attempted suicide in January of 1991. The first thing she recalls after dying is being subjected to a "life review," a phenomenon that's common to several descriptions of near-death experiences. Basically, your entire life unfolds in front of you in a series of images, and you relive the events from the point of view of the people you interacted with during each of those moments. You feel how your actions made them feel.
So, for example, when my life review inevitably happens, this moment will be punctuated with a photo of a frowny-faced Kurt Cobain, and I'll feel his sadness over my decision to cut the joke about him I was planning to make in the first sentence of this entry.
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At any rate, after the life review ended, Fenimore remembers being surrounded in darkness that seemed to go on forever. She could make out the figures of a group of young people nearby and blurted out, "Oh, we must be the suicides." I know that's inappropriate, but at the same time, it's still pretty great. Also great: the fact that she didn't actually have to speak to say it. She realized she could communicate using thought alone, but also that no matter how much she tried, she would never make a connection with or elicit a response from any of the damned souls around her, as evidenced by the lack of crowd response to her suicide bit.