now, thats not living.
That was Aqua Teen Hunger Force. The Episode was “Remooned.” Carl said that.
And yes, that was all off the top of my head.
I don’t know if it’s the age (I’m almost 42) or the getting my nose rubbed in mortality (all my grandparents dead, my dad dead a couple of years ago), but I’ve been getting more like this for some time now. I think it started with my last grandparent dying, then got worse with my dad. They were my buffers from the reality of me dying, and now they’re gone. I’m understanding the comfort of faith more now, and I’m starting to wish I had some, because the cold hard light of agnosticism isn’t comforting me in the middle of the night when I think about the world going on without me, but I can’t just start believing in something I don’t, you know, believe in.
88 or so years? That’s it? But…I have more stuff to do! I want to see what happens next!
I could die. I will die, actually, but I don’t mind the thought. There’s not much here that interests me anyway. I’d just prefer that it not me something excrutiating, like my father and lung cancer. And I’d prefer that I not slowly get more and more infirm until the cumulative effect is death, like my mother. But I’d take either of those before losing my mental facilities, like my grandmother and Alzheimers. Most of the people I’ve known that have died are ready to go at the end. This physical life is the smallest part of it, in my Catholic mind.
I like a song by Carly Simon:
“Life is eternal and love is immortal and death is only a horizon
…and the horizon is nothing but the limit of our sight.”
I also like the quote from Paul to Timothy:
“For I am already being poured out like a libation, and the time of my departure is at hand. I have competed well, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.”
StG
I get very, very anxious about this. I can’t even stand it when someone I know has someone in their life die. I never know what to say. It’s like an emotional trap and I can’t abide the idea of doing that to other people…leaving them sad and frustrated and unable to help or do anything useful to make the people I care about feel better. 
Not to mention I have too much stuff to do. I don’t think I’ll ever accept it…especially being an atheist, I actually have to accept that it would really be over and there would be no more me (and no one more anyone who dies in my life, either).
I used to be utterly and completely terrified of the subject of my death. I wouldn’t discuss it and made no plans for it.
A little over two years ago, I sat by my mothers bedside in IC as she died. I did not think I could do it or bear it, but I promise you, when the time comes…as heartbreaking as it is, it would be more heartbreaking not to be there. As horrific as it is, and I won’t describe it, it is also the most touching and personal time you will have. You pour out your heart and for that time, despite whatever went on between you in the past, for those last hours, the past disappears. It’ll come back later, but that is for exactly that…later.
Then I sat by myself in a strange state, ignored by my mothers husband and his family for three days. I had no planning in my mothers funeral, though I was her only child, because the other relatives, only having known her for a few years, decided they knew her and loved her better. I had only been her daughter for 50 years.
But those days made me stronger. And I made and solidified my will and my wishes. A friend dying in the past few days compelled me to make a call to further ensure my wants and desires for my end of time.
But watching my mother die, and the writing of my will truly made me unafraid of a (hopefully) quick death. Make your will out, you really will feel better for it.
Now I’m going to be thinking about that all night.
Just as you don’t regret the eternity of non-existence (13.7 Billion years) that existed before your birth, neither should you regret the eternity of non-existence that will occur after your death.
We’re all going to die. It’s part of the natural order of things. This inevitability of death is exactly why it is so useless and senseless to obsess about it. Just live your life as best you can, enjoy your work, make friends, spread some joy and, of course, put off the inevitable as long as possible! Also, if you really think about it, this is an absolutely fantastic time to be alive!
There is an application you can download that estimates how many years you have left to live, and then sits on your desktop counting down maliciously.
62 years, 219 days, 4 hours, 36 minutes, 37 seconds
36 seconds…
35 seconds…
34 seconds…
and so forth.
Rather grim.
Like they say on SFU: everybody dies–just don’t say that to anyone in the first couple of dates!
I’ve said this in other threads: I’m good to go. Compared most of the people on this planet, I’ve had it pretty good. Got more than my money’s worth, I guess you could say. I think all I can ask for is something quick and relatively painless.
I’m not afraid of my own death.
I pretty much live each day as tho it were my last, and sometimes even do things that up the risk that it will be so. Every day I’m thrilled to find I woke up again, and I have a chance to go do more cool shit. But when it ends, I know that I’ll have given it my all, that I wrung every ounce of awesome there was for me to wring out of the fabric of the universe.
That’s what life should be about, so that death isn’t about regret.
As the man said: “If you don’t live for something, you will die for nothing.”
I don’t think you’ll need to know what to do when it’s time. I suspect that the moment will figure that out for you. But, if there’s no one beside you when your soul embarks then I’ll follow you into the dark.
Clap. Clap. Clap…
Yes. Exactly.
Actually, Dave, I think there’s at least a fair-to-middlin’ chance that people our age and younger will have our lives greatly extended, at the very least. With the mapping of the human genome, I expect that illness and aging will be defeated, possibly in our lifetime. Now, if it happens right after I go, I am going to be seriously peeved.
I don’t mind passed away, although I choose not to use it, but I put my foot down at passed. It’s not the fucking SATs.
I’m looking forward to it.
It doesn’t worry me - nobody has yet conclusively proved to me that I am mortal, so what is there to worry about? Yes, I’m 23 going on 17, why do you ask? 
Recently, I watched my 4yr old nephew die. Seeing his lifeless body in the arms of my sister was simultaneously the most horrible and beautiful thing I have ever been witness to. No one in my inner circle has ever died before. It brings unwelcomed and (at least it seems) unwanted perspective.
What matters is what we are invested in. And that’s our choice.
Those of you saying not to worry about it, I used to think like you. Something happens as you get older and it gets closer (and you lose a few close relatives or friends). It gets real in a big damned hurry at some point in your life.