Your organs are harvested, maybe a funeral, then your body is disposed of (burial or cremation). After that, everyone moves on past your death.
take off the VR headset, then get criticized by my friend for spending my 30's watching birds, and for also beating cancer then going back to a carpet store that I worked at.
I'm not convinced I can die. I have no evidence of that. All I know is that from my perspective, other people can die.
There have been countless times where I could have possibly died and I haven't. Maybe every time someone "dies", their universe just splits off and from their perspective they are still living. This would mean there could be nearly an infinite number of universes where I am dead from other's perspectives.
Nothing, but that's fine. Nabokov wrote "Common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness."
Well, if even it’s just a split second. I’d like to know where everything I lost ended up. If not the big and important thing, I’m still looking for some pretty unimportant shit that’s been lost for 10 years now.
My dad was terrified of death until this summer when he had a near death experience. He's not afraid anymore.
Have you never seen a zombie movie?
Same thing that happened before I was born.
Nothing. It's okay though. You don't even have a conscious to know your dead. But nobody really knows which makes death amazing.
"Don't you ever laugh as the hearse goes by,
For you may be the next one to die.
They wrap you up in big white sheets
and cover you from head to feet.
They put you in a big black box
And cover you with dirt and rocks.
All goes well for about a week,
Until your coffin begins to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout,
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.
A big green worm with rolling eyes
Crawls in your stomach and out your sides.
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You'll spread it on a slice of bread,
And that's what you eat when you are dead."
My real answer: I think you relive your exact same life with some slightly innate knowledge from your last run through and you keep improving through your lives until you live the perfect one.
The energy once inhabiting my body will dissipate into the air, because energy never ceases, it is just transferred elsewhere. Many people believe this energy is the soul. I would like to think so. Then I would like to think my soul goes and finds another vessel, and continues on its journey.
"A lot of things happen, they just don't involve you."
I will live on forever through my student debt.
I've envisioned fantasies of what happens after I die. I sail a wooden ship through the cosmos forever. Both heaven and hell. Alone forever, I spend my time sleeping and then every time I wake, I wake to the dawn of a new star. In my fantasy there's no need for protection and also there's wind. Unrealistic but for some reason I've actually visualized this multiple times during twilight sleep. Who knows?
Nature recycles or otherwise conserves literally everything else in the entire world so why wouldn't it recycle souls?
I'd like to think it's a place where I can chill with all my pets, family, and friends forever. More realistically, I like to think we join a higher consciousness, whether I still have my individuality or if it's like a drop of water joining a lake.
You just stop existing. You won't feel sad when it happens, because there is no you left to feel sadness.
Well, since I've seen "The Good Place" recently I'm pretty sure we are going to be psychologically tortured by every Angels and Demons leading this planet by thinking that we are in paradise when in reality it's just out biggest fears wrapped up in an abnormally pretty and shiny wrap
You're dead. It's OK though.
You remember those trillions of years that passed before you were born? It's just like that.
You appear wherever all of your missing socks disappeared to.
You remember that math function that gets closer and closer to zero but never actually gets there, a different kind of infinity. I think that’s what dying is like.
We are unable to comprehend the lack of existence, so your perception is up until the end of thought, but not past it. You approach closer and closer to oblivion but never actually get there. So you essentially spend an eternity in your last moment before death, the rest of the universe moves on but you are stuck there for your own perceived infinity.
[Haha, They all do that!](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fczItbbB-OA)
I heard you fart, but I’m not quite sure how valid the source was.