Freddie died.

That is the way everyone put it.

Gone.

Forever.

Dead.

But not quite...

Freddie woke up in a strange room. Bizarre, he thought, he could have sworn he just died. Where was he? Why was he here? Then, a man in white robes interrupted his thoughts.

"Hello, mr mercury. I'm Andrew, I'm an angel."

"I'm dead aren't i?" Freddie whispered.

"I'm afraid so, however, you are dead for a reason"

"What possible reason is there for killing me?" Freddie asked, almost shouting.

"We need someone to teach our choir. You see, even as angels, we don't have a good singing voice. But, you do." Andrew explained.

"What if I say no?" Freddie inquired "can I leave?"

"I'm afraid not. You can't return back to the land of the living, I'm sorry."

"But... My friends, they need me." Freddie whined.

"Again, I'm sorry, but you must come with me." Andrew said firmly.

"Fine..."