You’re asleep. Dead unconscious. So in a way you aren’t anything.
There is a blast, or a flash. In any case a vast shock of everything. Now you are cold. Freezing. Parts of you are burning. The wind rips through you. You see darkness. Mostly. Falling fire punctuates it. And you are falling.
Ah right: you were in an airplane. But now you are being torn by the torrent of your downward spiraling. Dead soon.
What do you do in the meantime?
There’s always time left.