Daniel hated to break it to Jara but he didn't think they were dead. Or if there was an afterlife, this probably wasn't it. Waking up slimy and naked didn't fit with anything he'd ever heard.

There was also the fact that he was more personally acquainted with dying and coming back to life than he'd ever wanted. Jack liked to get smart about it when he was worried about him and trying not to show it. Daniel remembered Jack starting out a firefight on a planet like that once. They'd nearly gotten shot up, barely gotten cover. Sam rattled off their chances of surviving a frontal advance (zero) and then Jack turned to him, forced a grin, and then promptly told him 'don't worry, Daniel's an old hat at it, he'll give you pointers'. The dirty look Daniel gave him could've frozen hell over. There was a ring of truth though.

So Daniel liked to think he had a pretty good idea what to expect when you died. For one, it hurt. It hurt a lot. Sometimes it was short, sometimes it was a lot longer and you wished death would hurry up. Then blackness. When he came to, there was no going to the light, no journey to the sky. No slime pods.

Granted he'd either woken up to the inside of a sarcophagus or to the Nox. Still, he was pretty sure this wasn't an afterlife.

And after all they'd seen, everything they'd been through, still had to do, how embarrassing would it be if he'd ended up dying, and that was it, because of that ramp? Dr. Daniel Jackson, Ph.D. Responsible for Unlocking the Stargate, Partially Responsible for Killing Ra; Death by Ramp. Broke a new speed record while he was at it.

Daniel kept his mouth shut for once. He was sure he was right, but it obviously meant a lot to Jara, so maybe he could find another way of breaking the news to him. Or later.

So the "Flowers" were off limits. "We'll leave the pods alone, just keep searching among those already out. Is that okay?"