Context: my group was fighting five flying snakes and me being the risky person I am, decided to try to tame one of them. Unfortunately, this led to 3 failed rolls and two deaths. But on my final death, something magical happened…
DM: and forks (my player name) is dead again
Me: WAIT! Lemme do one last animal handling roll!
DM: no. You’re dead.
Me: PLEASE I BEG YOU
DM: fine.
Me: *rolls nat20*
Then the party bursts into laughter and the DM starts playing sad piano
DM: so the snake bites you in the thigh, taking your last bit of health away, and proceeds to fly 5 feet up in the air. You then look up at it, tears in your eyes, as your life fades away. The snake has a change of heart and flies to your side. And with your last breath, you give him a name
Me: …pussyboi