I had a fat left hand and red arm most of yesterday. This morning, the hand remains pudgy, and is developing an itchiness that is extremely annoying. As well, I remember the afternoon many years ago when a Wasp stung me on the neck, a few millimeters from a jugular vein.
It's not that you see a lifetime pass before your eyes, that's way too romantic. Mostly it's wondering about whether your ears are clean, your work socks without holes, your finger nails acceptable, your hair without Tics, and there is the underpants issue. All of which are things Saint Peter checks on.