We go to whereever or whatever we were before we were born.
Curious. Why do we worry about the infinity after life when I’ve yet to hear concern about the infinity that occurred before we were born? Considering we’re just an nanomicrobiotic speck dropped among a billion stars in a galaxy that is only one of a billion others, doesn’t it strike you as arrogant to think some how, we’re the top of the mother of all dung heaps?
I’ll have to go all with the nothing gang.
I’m a little disappointed. Isn’t anyone going to comment on how clever I am? Everyone here has been trying to think of amusing/inventive ways to say “nothing.” I really like my way (wanted just to put up an empty post, but the board doesn’t allow it).
This just goes to show how different people are here compared to the population at large. So far, only two people here have said that they believe in heaven, but 93% of the U.S. population believes in heaven, according to a recent Gallup Organization poll-
I won’t be dead, I’ll just be pinin’ for the fjords.
But when I’m dead, I pretty much think it’s just lights out.
Ugly
I, for one, plan to take the lot of you with me. So get crackin on that whole immortality thing.
To answer the poll: Nothing. What color do you see when you try to look beyond your peripheral vision? It’s a meaningless question. The meaning of which of course is Five Tons of Flax.
When it is time, I will go west and reside in the halls of Mandos till the end of Ea.
{To begin with, even if you choose faith, how do you know you chose the right faith? To my perspective, you’re less likely to choose correctly in that case – in other words, picking one of the tens of thousands of available belief systems – than in the 50/50 “life after death or not?” dichotomy.
Cervaise}
At least I’ve tried and I may get credit for good behavior.
Heaven or Hell.
What happens after death? Well, if there’s not an autopsy or investigation or organ donation or anything, usually we have a funeral and burial ceremony and then a party where everyone who cares gets drunk. Then we go about our business.
OH, you mean what happens when I die? Hmmm. I guess I don’t think anythign will happen, most of the time, but sometimes I convince myself that my essence (soul, for want of a better word) will rejoince the larger, greater, all-encompassing one and that that “I” will thus become part of the “We”, the oversoul. Hopefully I will have some awareness or consciousness of that whole process, cause I hate facing the prospect of just “lights out”. To tell the truth, it’s more than hate. I’m absolutely terrified of death and find it just horrific to think about losing my ‘me’–my consciousnes–entirely and forever. Other times I think that my death might solve some problems and that everythign would be lots simpler then. That’s when I know I’m feeling depressed and that I need to move away from that stance as well as I can.
Sorry, but you asked.
Pab
Ditto.
Worm food, I reckon.
Pure, unadulterated Oblivion.
I’m in the “worm food” camp. From what I’ve seen on everything from CSI to Forensic Files to Autopsy, it looks like I’d be pretty entertaining worm food for at least several weeks. Once all the good atipose tissue and blood and stuff is gone, there isn’t much left that will feast on bone, except maybe bacteria.
I just wonder what it will be like in those last 30 seconds just before the lights go out. I wonder if it will be like when you just realize … you’re … falling … asleep.
I die. My remains rot. I go back into circulation. It’s so simple, it’s beautiful.
It’s the big buh-bye. I try to console myself with the thought that the nitrogen and other useful stuff will “live on” in plants and be continuously recycled again and again. It’s not much but it keeps me from freaking out too much.
When I die, the stars will quickly go out, our sun will disappear and everyone on Earth will cease to exist, followed by the end of the universe.
Or at least that is what my senses will tell me as I cease to be.
The body is recycled through decomposition and it’s lights out for that person’s soul.
But almost certainly a person will be resigned to memories or records after he or she dies, and a person can leave legacies in terms of philanthropy, influences, writing, teaching, parenting, inheritances, etc. Just what these will be, good or bad, largely depends on how a person lives his or her life until death.
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Eternal community with God or eternal separation from God (no fire and brimstone or never ending torture), based on whether you choose to be in community with God during your lifetime or whether you choose to be apart from God during your lifetime.