Knocking On Death's Door

I didn't want to pay for some mushrooms so I picked some in the woods. They turned out to be poisonous even though I thought they were good. I'm in big trouble, I'm knocking on Death's Door. In less than an hour I won't be alive anymore. I'm really scared because I don't want to die. I'm hugging my wife and kids as I say goodbye. I was wrong when I thought that those mushrooms were edible. Never try to guess which mushrooms are good unless you're a professional. (Even though this is a fictional poem, many people do die because they pick the wrong kind of mushrooms to eat.)