Talmud Bavli, Ketubot Reader

When he was about to die, they said to the Angel of Death: Go, do for him his will. He went and appeared to him. He said to him: Show me my place. He said to him: Very well. He said to him: Give me your knife, lest you frighten me on the way. He gave it to him. When he reached there, he lifted him up and showed it to him. He leaped and fell to that other side. He seized him by the corner of his cloak. He said to him: By an oath, I will not come back. The Holy One, blessed be He, said: If he was ever released from an oath, let him return; if not, let him not return. He said to him: Give me back my knife. He would not give it to him. A heavenly voice went forth and said to him: Give it back to him, for it is needed for the created beings. Elijah proclaimed before him: Make way for the son of Levi! Make way for the son of Levi! He went and found Rabbi Shimon ben Yohai sitting upon thirteen stools of fine gold. He said to him: Are you the son of Levi? He said to him: Yes. Has the rainbow appeared in your days? He said to him: Yes. If so, you are not the son of Levi. But it was not so, for there had been nothing; rather he reasoned: I will not claim merit for myself.