I would pray, cry, have a panic attack, gain a new phobia, "Would you like to turn that to our new 'Super Deluxe Sobbing'?", pray some more, scream, try and find my way up, melt in a puddle of sadness, try and somehow contact humanity, pray and ask God to tell everyone I know I love them and that my parents should tell Aetherlight I'm dead...
The usual.