Thoughts on Death
 

What are your thoughts on death? Poll forthcoming.

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To answer the question....He who fears death cannot enjoy life.

Frankly, I'm not looking forward to it.

My life has rarely been touched by death. My great grandmother died when i was 8. I bawled my eyes out at her funeral and I barely knew her. My paternal grandmother died when I was in my early 20's, and I hated going to the funeral. I didn't know her very well either. Sometimes when I'm driving, I'll see the horrific aftermath of an auto accident on a highway, and when i drive by it, rubbernecking, seeing a crushed car with lights flashing and knowing people just died, I get extremely affected, pondering what life really means when it ends quickly without notice. I don't understand death, and it rarely touches my life, but I think about it at weird times, and really, I'm inconclusive as to what it means.

You should really contract your polls out to Rainman. He's got the science of it down.

And I'm pretty much not concerned about death; but I'd like to live as long as possible.

I heard there was going to be a poll.

Poll is now available! Remember: it is NOT public and you CAN vote for more than one thing! (But please don't vote for contradictory things. That will just mess everything up.)

If the Chiefs lose Sunday, i'll be bumping this thread in my sorrow ...?

Don't think much about it, not frightened by it, don't believe in any afterlife.

(When I say I'm not frightened by it, I mean just in terms of being dead. I am frightened of things like dying a painful or slow death. When I go, I want to go in my sleep, or go so fast that I won't even know).

Unfortunately, that almost never happens. It's usually drawn out and painful.

Terrified. I don't really know what will happen once I die. If there is no heaven or hell it would just be nothingness.:(

My great aunt lived to 105. On her 100th birthday she said to me, "Johnny, living this long isn't all it's cracked up to be." She was ready to go then. She lived another five years and was sharp as a tack mentally. Everyone that was her peer/friend was gone and she only had people in our family that were much younger. We celebrated birthdays with her and brought her to family functions, but I truly believe she felt out of place (she wasn't) even thought we loved her dearly. She didn't speak English very well either, so if you weren't around her for years it was hard to understand her and I think that was a barrier to the young family members. She was awesome. And no, I'm not afraid of death one bit. She taught me that.

Mixed feelings about death because sometimes I love and hate life.

The times that I love life I cherish the moments Im here and think of this tremendous gift we have. When Im in that state of mind, I have this desire to think of life as a long lasting gift.

On the other hand, the times Im feeling down, beat, and miserable, I think to myself couldn't it come any sooner? Why suffer, why experience the pain? I know this sounds cowardly, but Im not ashamed to admit it. Its crazy on how a state of mind be it good or bad has an impact on ones thoughts.

No real feelings on it except don't want it to be long drawn painful process. I do want my funeral to be a party though with an open bar.

I honestly have to say my friend this leads to the question that you, myself and the other millions of people across the world have wondered. The ultimate question, what happens after death? We will never know, and there is absolutely no way we'll find out. One of lifes greatest mysteries.

That's amazing, and I agree with her when she says "Living this long isn't all it's cracked up to be." I'm 32 and I have many questions about life. I don't WANT to live to be 70, honestly. Unless I'm fully functional ... Well, we have no choice. Everyone dies. It's how we chose to live in between ..

The nice thing about not believing in an afterlife: once I die, I won't care whether I was worried about it or not.

I'm don't fear death nearly as much as I fear not being here for others. Once I get to about 70 (20 years) then everyone should be ok without me, and if they're not I wouldn't be much help anyway. But right now there are people who need me and depend on me and I would be frightened for them if I were to become ill.

Also, "not sure about an afterlife" really should be an option. I am torn on that subject. A couple of years ago I was sure there was not but lately I'm changing my mind.

I'm going out in a blaze of glory. No lying in my deathbed while my family softly weeps.

I'm gonna make headlines.

wow this is a chipper thread

WHOOOO DEATH!!!!

PBJ PBJ PBJ

Come on, we are playing the Raiders this Sunday!!!!!!!!!! :)

That's definitely not how I want to die.

Scream Bloody Gore was the definitive album, jumped the entire genre off and I had 7 Churches. Individual Thought Patterns spawned a whole new genre. I got a Spiritual Healing patch on my jacket. R.I.P. Chuck.

I was thinking the other day about how nature always recycles. Whether it's people or trees or rain, whenever something hits the ground, it immediately begins morphing into something else or feeding something else. Given that it happens with everything else, I can see that it's possible that the spark of life, however that may be defined, is also recycled or turned into something else. It made me start thinking about reincarnation as an option.

Well imagine if you lived in Israel ... you'd fear getting on any bus to take you to your destination. Thank God that this country doesn't have that problem.. (yet?) I'm thankful that I don't have to literally think of Death every day I wake up ...

Happy Deathday!!

:reaper:

I am now terrified of death. It didn't bother me during either war in Iraq, but a couple years ago I came down with a very rare encephalopathy that damn near killed me. While I was in the hospital I had a lot of very vivid hallucinations, kind of like a month long "bad trip". Most of these things centered on my own demise. Really scared the crap out of me.

encephalopathy

I had to look that word up. I feel bad for you man.

A month long bad trip would be scary as hell.

Thanks for serving your country and i hope things get better.

You had to look it up, heh, I had to learn how to spell it. You're welcome for the service, it was a labor of love.

I find this topic extremely fascinating. With this subject there is no right or wrong answer. Personally I'm an agnostic. I don't know if there is a god or an after-life. Nobody does. I've seen absolutely zero evidence that there is anything that happens when you die other than you dying. Regardless of your thoughts on religion I think we can all agree that it's a man-made creation. Somebody at some point had an idea and it took fire. Sorry but that's not something I can wrap my mind around and follow. I mean someone could say God told them to worship a tree and you can bet your ass people will bow down to said tree. Hell look at all those muslims that travel to Mecca to walk around a black rock like a herd of cattle. It's f**king reeruned!! The people that really piss me off are the ones that say they are religious but live like a piece of shit and go to church to hedge their bet just in case there is a heaven or hell. Who knows what really happens (and NOBODY does), but I'm not going to follow a bunch of sheep that I believe worship a bunch of fantasy and non sense just in case the fairytales are true. I'll go to hell if they're tue, but at least I'll own my feelings and not be one of those disingenuous alcoholic, child molesting, lying, miserable human beings that does the shittiest things you can think of with no fear because they are forgiven and saved under some religous banner.

It's easy to say what you think you think about death, but none of us know until we're stairing it in the face.


I've got young kids. I'm not terrified of dying or anything, but I'm going to delay my first hand look as long as I can.

Stare at it all you like.
You'll never, ever know. You'l be too dead to know.

ROFL

I've been close enough to smell the reaper's breath. I can't explain it, but there is a line that when you cross it, it changes things when you get to be here.

You'll know it when you see it if you haven't.

"Death? What you all know about death?"

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Can you describe any effects on the 5 senses? I only ask because when everything's real quite I hear galloping horses. Just wondering if that's weird.

I'm really not scared to die. I just really don't think I want to be there when it happens.

I was reading another thread on this site, and I learned the answer from reading one of Mr. Fax's posts. Apparently Death is a situational pass rusher who plays for the Jets.

Death?...i'm against it.

Taxes too? :)

The way they hammer my checks...taxes ARE death :doh!:.

I've come too close a few times .. Have lost way too many family and friends already ... Hope they're waiting on me somewhere ....

Better than paying taxes on unemployment checks?

Yeah, that has got to be the ultimate definition of adding insult to injury.

I sometimes think death sucks. You work so hard in life, and in the end what you work for is not attainable because you're going to die anyways and can't take anything with you except your body to the grave. I know this may sound pessimistic, but do these type of thoughts ever cross your mind?

That's exactly why I DO believe in a Heaven, an afterlife. If I KNEW that I was living this hum-drum shitty existence for nothing, I'd kill myself right now to get it over with, you know? There has to be something more for me to have hope for the future ... whether I'm right or wrong, whatever ... I don't care, it's what keeps me going.

Calm down Sparky.

I try not to worry about things I have no control over.

It was the Ravens. He was showing blitz.

**** no.

It's not about what you can take with you.

It's about what you leave behind.

Hell yeah death is scary! Which is why you need to live every day like its your last. It's hard, but I try to remind myself ever so often and not think so much about the inevitable.

I just think its not a coincidence as our society ages, we start to throw away religious beliefs and thoughts of heaven and hell and all that stuff. And its almost sad how technology slowly refutes beliefs we once thought were solid. Religions will one day be a thing of the past

The universe is freaking wonderful, but I think it works on limits we dont understand. I think we're just tiny creatures made up of tiny cells living on a tiny planet in a probable tiny universe.

This thought process of how we're are sooo special and are god's special children or something just doesnt make sense to me.

This.

well I searched
and I searched
but i never seen no uhaul
behind no hearse

You're right. My screw up. My apologies to Death for thinking he'd ever sign with the Jets.

Shit, he'll probably terrorize me now as payback.

Kind of like the Broncos !:D

Interesting questions, Mr. Jenson71. Are you studying to become a serial killer, or something?

Personally, I am very comfortable with the idea of death. Much more so than with the idea of growing old and physically unable to easily function. I never expected to live past 25, so if I were to pass on today, I would be ready. In fact, our family was discussing this issue one day and I told my sister-in-law that I was fully prepared and ready and she said, "You're more full of shit than my first husband." ... a response which, even today, I proudly categorize as the greatest insult I've ever received. Nevertheless, it's true. There's a part of me that's actually eager to find out what's on the other side.

As for the mystery, I do believe in some form of "afterlife". I'm not sure what it is, but we are part physical matter, part energy, and part something else ... spirit of some kind. I don't believe that spirit dies as the body does. It's probably like water ... we evaporate and rise to join other water molecules only to regenerate and fall back into another reality once again.

As for funerals, the best ones I've attended involve lots of drinking and music. My preference for physical disposal would be to take my remains to the top of a hill, place them on a 200 pound pile of dynamite, and light the fuse. Were I to inadvertently splatter a few people I know, all the better.

FAX

That's a wonderful outlook Mr. FAX.
All I know is that I was a hair's breadth from kicking the bucket for an extended period of time, and honestly, I've never felt so alone in my life. People talk about family staying with you until the end, well it's a great thought, but when you die, you do it alone, it's an awful thing to contemplate, especially when you've been lead to believe it's imminent.

Edit: That's a big downer, I'm doing fine these days.

I've shared a similar experience, Mr. JohninGpt. The experience fostered a heightened interest in philosophy, that's for sure. And, I think it was Nietzsche who said that, "Beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. Living beings are only a species of the dead, and a very rare species." ... or words to that effect. Of course, Nietzsche was a nut case, so we have to take that into account.

The point is that we begin to die the very moment we are born. The inevitability and our efforts to avoid it at all cost are both merely aspects of life itself ... and both give rise to our most basic instincts as living beings. I understand the fear associated with the prospect of death (followed typically by mute acceptance). But surely, since it's our certain and sure destiny, why not approach it like everything else? With curiosity and courage? The fact is that we all merely borrowed time and life must ultimately be returned to its rightful owner. I'd like to think that I'll return it with a happy heart and with gratitude for the loan.

Otherwise, who knows? Maybe you could wind up as some kind of mid-ether residing poltergeist, a non-entity wandering the streets in ghostly form, unable to either transcend, or pass into the light, or return to a natural existence, ever seeking and scavenging some unknowable state of reality, and eternally haunting the back alleys and cab stands to scare the beejesus out of the poor, innocent people walking out of bars and restaurants ... on second thought, that last part sounds kind of good, too.

FAX

Honestly the longer I live and the more I experience the more I am convinced the earth belongs exclusively to the living. When we die we are among the billions that died before us. We're right with them............dead. I've had several near death experiences. Been in a coma twice and I can assure you when you are there there is no light leading you to heaven and no sign pointing to hell. I use to believe in an after-life, but after some thinking and the experiences I've lived through my best advice I can give to people is live THIS life to the fullest because I've seen zero evidence there is something else out there posthumously.

There have been so many people on this planet that pretty much every step you take someone has died there.

I don't know if there's any life after this one or not but I pray like there is and live like there isn't...