This is how it happened;
My toast was burnt in several places. I think it was because I put in just one piece instead of my usual two. But it was still pretty much good, so I sat down with it and a glass of cream soda.
I was nearly finished with the toast--just three little crispy black pieces remaining--when I set down my fork and picked up my glass to take a sip . . . and it was through the bottom of the glass that I saw Death. The distortion turned the three remnants of toast into black eyes and nose, the fork into grinning teeth, and the plate itself into the bulk of the skull.