The bunny sits up, interested, "You can tell me, does it have anything to do with that crazy suit?" He smiles all the time, he had never been afraid in life - always curious, he always needed to know. That's probably what led him to his death. "I mean, you don't look used to the suit, but we've mostly come here with what we were carrying at the time - like dog-tail over there," he points to Asia over his shoulder, "or how we looked normally, like me... I mean, if you could see me as i was when I died, I was probably a red paste." He giggles at the image, not disturbed at all by the contemplation of his probably-mangled corpse back on earth. "Though I was holding the failed backup rip-cord..."
"Anyway, as far as I can gather, you come here looking as you would normally, but you can also have any item that was involved in your death." He tilts his head at the cat, so you were either wearing the suit when you died or that suit somehow led directly to your death. So, enough of my rambling, what happened?" He rocks back and forward eagerly, like he's waiting for a story.