If you are asking about The Bar, you haven’t ever died. Its sort of a purgatory, but a nice one. “Have a few drinks”, says the bartender who knows your name. Sometimes you see friends arrive, if the fight you left goes the wrong way. I’ve only been there once, but that was enough for me. Avatars of gods pulling the faithful off to heaven, except for that very upset Ugly, who screamed “I demand revenge!” and suddenly disappeared.
Oh, how come we are talking right now? The bartender brought me this box with a cord and handset. “Mam, you have a telephone call.” and showed me how to use it. The voice coming out of the handset was this buddy of mine. “Hey Lisa, you died. Sorry about that. Uh, I’ve been talking to this cleric about bringing you back. Your part of the dragon horde is just enough of a donation to the local church here….”