I want to be reincarnated, possibly as a bonobo monkey or some other mostly peaceful creature.
I’m pretty unbothered about death but pretty bothered about the time leading up to it.
My philosophy with respect to death: “In brief, avoid.”
Two words:
“Ehh, whatever”
When I die, I’m taking you all with me.
I don’t believe in any kind of life after death and mostly I am okay with this, but I am somewhat sad that there are so many cool things I’ll miss. I know it’s no different than all of the cool things I missed before I was born, but I can read history books and find out about them. I’m just bummed that I’ll never get to know what happens at the end, I guess.
I only hope I shit-can my porno stash before I go. But you always think you might need it another couple days…
Actually, my attitude today is much different than it was when I chose my signature; I’m older now and just don’t care very much about much of anything. Eight years of GWB have all but killed me anyway.
Oooh yeah, I’m on that wagon too. I wouldn’t want to live forever, but a lifespan of +/- 500 years would do wonders to sate my curiosity.
When I die, you all “die” to me so, in a way, It´s not too bad.
Everything dies. Every. Thing. Dies. And there’s not a damned thing any of us can do about it. So there’s no point whining, crying or worrying about it.
No one can prove anything beyond Death, so there’s no point in getting worked up over what anyone else believes about it. We’ll all get there on our own. Likewise there’s no point in fucking up what little time we have on this Earth by worrying about how it will affect some theoretical after-life.
No afterlife, but the people I leave behind better have a big damn party for me. No crying.
My philosophy in life has been…love someone…have sex with someone…do something that you will be remembered for even when you’re gone…visit the one place in the world you’ve always wanted to go…and help someone else achieve one of those things. I think I’ve done all those things, so I’m good to go whenever it happens
My philosophy on death is: try not to be a burden to others when you die. So, my savings will cover my debts. I have a will that clearly says how I want my crap divided up. And anything else can be sold off and split in accordance with the breakdown in the will. I’ve already told my wife if something happens to me, she should absolutely date and get re-married if she feels it is someone else she can happy with for the rest of her life (and not a desperate rebound).
As an added bonus, one random Hannukah, my parents told my sister and I that they bought us grave sites for both ourselves and our spouses. One day when I happened to have to go to a funeral at that same cemetary, I asked to see the site…I don’t recommend doing that as it’s quite depressing. After all, you’ll spend plenty of time there after you die, so why see it while you’re alive?
Last night I was reading Reaper Man, the Discworld novel. I’m not going to bother to search for the passage, but there was a bit about how, contrary to popular belief, Death was not very familiar with funerial customs, because he very seldom performed his work at a funeral. His work was done before that.
Maybe you plan on being different, but if “I” still exist after death, I don’t plan to spend that time hanging around the cemetery.