"Does your life really pass before your eyes right before you die? Or do you really see a bright light that you're supposed to walk towards? Now I'm going to find out. These are the last questions, the burning ones, to which I want to know the answers. I'm not having some existential crisis, so don't get that idea. I'm not insane, either. I'm just at a place in my life where I don't think I matter much anymore." Julie really believed that. And she planned on doing something about it until she met four ladies at the hotel where she had planned her demise. These four ladies interrupted everything. Almost.