Council of the Dead

Death and his seven souls stood in a circle in the middle of a plain where grass may have once thrived, but was now nothing more than course, dry, fruitless dirt. Concrete and stone slabs of all shapes and sizes littered the barren wasteland as far as the eye could see; along with statues of angels and crosses, some pristine, some covered in dust and filth of ages long past.
No sun shone nor moon shined. No clouds, white or black, rolled across the endless void that was this land's sky. Though there was no light, one could see plenty well, as if there was some undetectable force willing it so. Death raised up his skeletal fingers, yellowed from centuries past and chipped and cracked by time, as if to welcome the seven new residents.
"Welcome..." Death greeted in his low, soothing voice "to The Land of Deceased."
If one were to watch the reaper's face as he spoke, they would realize that his skeletal jaw never moved. He simply willed the words to be, and so they were, emitting from his whole like an aura.
"The Land of what?" Asked one soul, a young man named Jarred
A tall man with dark hair and seared flesh all down the right side of his head, seeming to melt like a candle revealing a fractured skull leaking soft gray brain matter from the cracks. He was dressed in military dress and stood straight, holding his hands behind his back.
"This..." Death explained drawing his hands outward to address the whole area "Is a place I like to call, 'The Land of Deceased'."
"But what the hell is this 'Land of Deceased' anyway?" another soul interjected, a large man, more from muscle than fat, named Eric
He had a shaved head with blood smeared down half his face from a gash in his forehead and burn marks scattered over the whole of his body.
"It is also referred to as 'Nirvana', 'Paradise', 'Valhalla', 'Olympus', 'Tartarus', 'Heaven', 'Hell', 'Purgatory', 'Limbo', or even simply, 'the afterlife'." Death replied casually as if he'd said it for the millionth time
"I'm... dead?" Eric asked in shock
"Yes. It is my wholehearted pleasure to inform each and every one of you, that you have departed from your physical human form and are now dead." Death stated matter-of-factly "You are, a remarkable group of souls. As many of you may have already realised,
The memories of your previous lives have already begun to fade. Although you may not remember or understand, I can assure you that each and every one of you are indeed connected. Connected in your previous lives and now again in death. You make believe that your death means the end of you as an entity, but this is false. You have all been given a very special opportunity that most souls do not have the good fortune or privilege of receiving. The opportunity of obtaining closure and understanding, the opportunity to obtain sublime insight into your previous life. I'm not here to judge you and I'm not here to preach. My role here is to guide you as we search through your past. To help you connect the dots and reveal to you the truth. To show you how our souls survive..." he explained ominously
The souls collectively gulped in worry, save for one
An elderly woman named Nancy. Who'se eyes seemed to be able to tell many stories of days long past, but at the same time dread remembering any of them. Nancy just stood still, somberly staring at the dirt. "Thank you for joining us and welcome to the council." Death said to the souls "Now, you will all share your stories."
"What stories?" Jarred asked, his eyebrow furrowed in confusion
"Why, the story of your deaths of course."