Summary: Harpo's Night at the Bardo -- but not Harpo's, actually. It was mine:. It was PZ's Night at the Bardo. From dusk till dawn. This is something that actually happened. I saw my own death, or rather, myself dying, on a reclining chair in an airplane, on March 1, 2012. It was an unpleasant, elucidating experience. It rattled me! Let me tell you all about it.
